Like my world served through
Dark glasses
With an irregular beat
And soft yellow swatches
Of a numerical grind
By the big bucks monkeys
Swallowed with respite
On a seroquel moon.
Breaking now: Tuesday
Is loose,
Lobbed out of circulation, boding
Continental planets under cockroach rule,
Zipping up our generations of maxed out YKK
Swift as a swing over a fry, children wave
In the streets, calling
See the
Saviours leap for the headlines, hear
Them spout reputable fleeces,
Partners that savour
Skilled tools of the dunce
Parade, some fall short of the paycheque and bounce on
The verse of soft stilted jacks, declining
Our means, summoned in panorama
Focus sadness that rains rocks; by a hem
And a haw, crooked sounds follow
Tongue hinged
Whips, snagging footage
Dense with unkempt on benches, of wired rabbits
Moonlighting as pick pockets, do they
Feed on batteries of a cedar
Scented glimpse, riding hollow plucked
Trains to the last
Pockets of civilization, how they dare
Hold out, strung to dry
As if none of it mattered
For those who came,
The first is the last, TV news
Written under plush oil
Hands they built on Tiger balm
Sand; same hands, new feature
Of physicians, waiting for more
And more to know when
Expensive numbers are raised, stirring shopping
District moths, bewildered, by one red
Ear troubled; they noticed the spottiness
But it was nothing, they said
Disappearing
Flakes of Tuesday, caught in the dark, is light
And the light is weighed
By the second, safe
Wednesday waits with offers,
Steeped in cozy hour pills, sweet with Hades'
Extreme reality, but it was nothing
Like real, so it was better
For everyone because
They made it
A series, a heart-warming take
On his marriage to the French maid
Who wrote the book on finding pearls
In pillow chocolates; we love
Cute, don't we, why
Worry when the switch flicks,
Stories are puppies, waddling, blind
For milk, too bad Tuesday
Is loose, now breaking.
Mindy Mae Friesen is new to the publication scene. She is happy to say that every poem she writes is a bit better than the one before, so if you do not like what you have read so far, check back in a year or two and she may have written something that you can really hate.
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