Jun 4
"The Show"
Ceiling
shatters
Greenhouse —
vertical knives.
Falling.
A calling.
Dealing.
Matters.
My spouse,
Two wives.
Ailing,
and falling.
Feeling —
scatter.
Your Faust,
she dives.
“Old.”
But, Jung.
Two fools,
filament spools,
adorning
our regalia.
appease the throngs
sing our songs
tents we belong
The show must go on.
(fin)
Ceiling
shatters
Greenhouse —
vertical knives.
Falling.
A calling.
Dealing.
Matters.
My spouse,
Two wives.
Ailing,
and falling.
Feeling —
scatter.
Your Faust,
she dives.
“Old.”
But, Jung.
Two fools,
filament spools,
adorning
our regalia.
appease the throngs
sing our songs
tents we belong
The show must go on.
(fin)
