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| illustration by EjR © |
and Wonder Woman
even on a bad day
can be heard, singing
"I am a jukebox hero
I've stars in my eyes ..."
I say
in my best high English
that you're a lovely tray of canapé
colorful and bright
savory and snitted
so please be kind
and rewind with care
all, who, you are
being, a knitted
self or maybe
some mittens
if they help
any feeling
of needing
bleeding
kneading the dough
a bread warm alone
because being found
as love, a lover
or loving only brings
another litter
of cold fear
"take out dear",
speaking to yourself
"leave my soul
outside the door,
don't wait"
this you say when
the delivery person
rings the bell
to be buzzed in
on their weigh
to the many ways,
there are always songs
we are in
or are singing
of someone
in service
to another
this is the voiced care
that cares to carry
us all
past hunger
and thirst
the shadow multitudes snicker,
an invisible chorus conscience
we know this is a trick
something assigned
to the devil
but I know for fact
that any devil
in the mirror
is nearer to being
on the level
because it is
clear to me
they lived
this is divinity
daring us to die
full of faith
for life and love's
imperfections
I say the aches
and sorrows
are why we fight
despite knowing
the victory
of tomorrow
is a pirate pyrite
a future
of fools
for eyes
we're not born to see
anything but these
grand illusions
of eternity being
all that can be
for when we
forego
the only day
that truly ever is
the way
we Love
best ...
today
today
today
we only see
the dead cats
for the rest
of our lives
EJR ©
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