Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Two or Three Payslips Away from a Brick Wall

As though the world were such a place
As to forgive intransigence
In the face of reality,

He lived well, above and beyond
Whatever means transported him.
He pushed his frame into frames

Of reference--clouds, waterfalls,
Cliffs, canyons, deserts, and jungles--
Distorted by his distorted

Perspective, which was that as if
Had no meaning unless one lived
As if something untrue were true

And knew it, never forgot it,
Wile E. Coyote suspended
Still as his eyes fixed on the ground.

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