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On The Face Of It (Formerly: Take My Medicine) There's a partially dissolved antacid, lodged in jumbled interstices, silhouetted amid pale blue-black. Just one roaming, glowing eye, atrophied by glaucoma, peering at me through misty glass. Gloom on old man, I'm not moving from my table while you haunt these last hours. I'll climb into the cold bed with that woman when I'm ready. The gold eminence of a streetlight below, while purer, is not truer. Like the tides, I obey. I know you are reflecting the passing day, so I will not forget. I pen these words to my bitter pill instead. In just a few minutes, your full face is clean shaven, taking a higher position to keennly watch over me. I crane back and find three offspring descending from you in glass, each grows duller than its preceding brother. I don't know what to make of this. The window refracts your reflected light. My portal closed, til again. I post it here, I post it there. I post it in my underwear. |
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