An ancient apparition, you have aroused like epidemics
From every tawdry wrinkle of my fan,
From purple peacocks and shiny maggots of distant lands
From ever appetizing feathers of fatherly continents.
You look so different from the neon movie I have tried to rescue
Away from your grimaces,
But still, similar to the tall grin waving good-bye
And shifting harbors and train stations in a reckless haste
Only to land back blowing on its elder sores
It's not the you within your cubic suicides I love
But the absence of you, opening to a prettier fancy -
The scripts and sets frenzying to shape
A brighter, more heroic armor.
R. Mutt 2017
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