Category: Ballad
With flaming pumpkin moons risen
could we ever have dreamed
inimitable is in I’m a table and
visa versa
like an unknown Jeopardy category?
That’s enough smart aleck talk
for one not stuck in a ballad
and round we go the Ferris wheel
spins
inspecting our hands before our
eyes
A black cat in full screech pose’s
latent beingness boilerplate
can’t tell us why we cringe
like absent-of-thought wet hens
We felt our fall subside
at all angles
and against all our lost battles
time was the free train engineer
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