Poetry for Strangers: Dissonance

rich unfolding expertise barking at the rage
dead lilac music trembling in the upheaval
jump jump from the boonies to the steaming wharf.
catch the bold narwhal gleaming in the restaurant ice tank
and call it a day.
behold the so many few, capering on the brink
madness ringing in our mellow triad
felt glimmers ripple wild and lost
the dissonance of the cold, the howl of the ibex.
give give give murmurs the monk
lay down your troubles plonk on the pillow
hollow calls the morn.

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