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gotta keep yer muzzle wet
gotta sink before ya swim
and
remember to forget
to dance
a mourning dreamer's whim
gotta rise with broken wings
to play
a harp that's missing strings
eat the apple and the core
taste the fire behind the door
let
the furies' bleeding talons
rip the sails
and
swallow gallons
of opinions
from
the minions,
who,
disconsolate, forlorn.....
have
left
wind-chimes
on the sidewalks
where
their spurs
and locks were shorn
rain-dog shadows
walk the spaces
in
between
as
dawn
erases
darkling stars'
wan, fading faces.....
night,
the queen,
soon
leaves no traces
of
the sanctity,
her realm, .
as Phoebus
rises,
takes the helm
all
wake....
while
preening
for dissection
keening
for affection
gleaning
resurrection
from
the mirror
on the wall...
some take....
bouyant resolution
cheery restitution
frothy, warm ablution....
add cream, coffee's dilution....
....I say, 'Happy New Year, critters,
and a good night, one and all'
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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