This mind (mindless) stretches in vein –
her teeth scrape my heart sparking fire
A wrestling on paper ought tame –
her much schooled (quite artless) desire
“To twirl on the stage of glass eyes!”
I scream
“To juggle a gaggle of geese –
is stripping a rapturous prize,
it seems
gifts holy as sanctified peace!”
Oh tussle we do (as we’re doing)
Each loser with shout of “I win!”
Oh hear now our audience boo-ing –
as footlights explode on my shin…
©
agw
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Thanks for reading “art-moving-moving-on”. I almost couldn’t reply because I thought I didn’t have a wordpress account and only wordpress members were allowed to comment here. Then I found I actually have a wordpress account I’d opened sometime, for no particular reason, in my usual mental fog…
I keep meaning to do some more librivox readings. I have so many different projects going on…
Peter-David (Speculativism)