Poetry for Strangers: Humble


am I repeating myself the painter couldnt help but ask
my particular brand of nonsense wears thin like a plaster mask

the aviatrix wrapped the herringbone scarf around her waist
a castaway now she made a fire without any haste

strumming on the zither in the corner the cashier ignored us
the cowardly nihilists at the back of the line deplored us

shakespeares heart foiled the medical examiner
the scroll of the galaxy is iambic pentameter

humanitys humble time has timed out like a buzzer
the echo star blasted as foretold by nebuchadnuzzar

birds fell from the sky like anchors from battleships
but broken clouds reconvened after the apocalypse

a muckle of wombats snuffle for food in the dust of this planet
the sedges would be plentiful now as they understand it

copperheads wrap themselves around the crepe myrtle roots
the shifting gravity of weightless desire never refutes

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