epistolary, fiction, life, poetry

Do we jump?

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People don’t come to us randomly

We call them

Breathing the voice of wisteria

When cigarettes were outlawed, we sucked on our toes

Chanting chanting chanting

Addiction came early

Shaped like a restraint

Forged in wax

Sharp is the knife selecting prime cut

Heroes who grew old

receding hairlines pop-out teeth and gnarled feet

Men licking boiled wool

Strung coins jangle be found on the wind

Horizon of purpose

Surpassing the age she ended

Burned by spotlight smaller and smaller

Precocious

Lay stones over the unspoken

Duel in applique

Signals searching wave length

Wings spread for framework

Wrapt by effort

How you reached this far then

Set apart

By slipping feet

First the tragedy

Then the farce

It ends and it never ends

Theatre rich in masked gesticulation

Closing loops with string theory

Retina, red-faced in song of detatch

Blinks down the road in hopscotch

One foot landing in suckered punch

Posed for jumping

Do we jump?

 

(Image by http://www.fearfuladventurer.com)

 

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7 thoughts on “Do we jump?

  1. Mondays are definitely your days… Truly because of this:

    “How you reached this far then

    Set apart

    By slipping feet

    First the tragedy

    Then the farce

    It ends and it never ends

    Theatre rich in masked gesticulation

    Closing loops with string theory

    Retina, red-faced in song of detatch

    Blinks down the road in hopscotch

    One foot landing in suckered punch

    Posed for jumping

    Do we jump?”

    And, the image works. I could feel a sense of nostalgia in this one as well. Fresh and new.

    Like

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