Log 168
By Godric
By Tommy Coyoté
Published Issue 102, June 2022
Thrown as Alice!
Caught as land
Memory sent his ships
Pain,
her plans.
Here shadows warm
And all the Nights moons sang
Chaperoning our dances to
Screen Trot til’ the Meat Rot
Conception of Mother Image!
Attain! Attain! Attain!
Then Hercules calls,
Finding the fly in my shoe
Burden barks a name
Glory ducks!
In a quiet place, a new suit.
Tickled how fickle
Our lives whittle
‘til they whistle.
Contort —
we may for bliss
Brutal and displayed
we readily sit
Daring as darkened skin
For a peachy slice of it.
Prey these holes and fill
Those that no longer fit
And have already spilled.
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