Mr. Toad, come to life, whisper
something dear; there’s a devil
on the headboard, he
sways and strokes
his beard.

On a lump of the branch through the
bog of a brain in hole at the bottom
of the sea
Mr.Toad is lost
to
lost treasure.
The devil sez, “Do you recognize the World,
Mr. Toad?”
“No,” says Mr. Toad.
The devil sez, “Then you ain’t going nowhere.”
We sing the blues and get a bowl of oatmeal.
Life at the bottom of the sea means three hots
and a laxative.
Every so often a guard swims down to tease
us with air.
“Hey fag,” says the guard. “How’d you
like this bubbling up yer butt?”
We smile and speak of rock stars
and world politics.
Our lips shimmer with fear.
Rob Goldstein © 2017
Good stuff.
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Always nice when you visit and leave a comment. Thank you, Joey!
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My pleasure!
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Wow…powerful words, Robert! 🎄 Christine
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Thank you. My writing mentor was right when he said throw nothing away. I found this on a scrap of paper from 1985.
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Very powerful.
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Thank you, Mary!
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Amazing, where does this hail from …Brilliant.
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I found it in my papers. My therapist says that allusions to water implies a sense of drowning in emotion and that is true in this piece. I wrote during the AIDS epidemic. The graphic is based on a VR shot. Thank you for the comment and for asking about the context.
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Very enjoyable! thank you
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Thank you, Sir!
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Your brilliant as always..
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You’re very kind. Thank you, and I hope the holidays are good!
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Wonderful ❤
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Thank you! I’m happy you like it.
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cool as the underside of a pillow…
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Thank you! That’s always a pleasant surprise!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thanks you. my friend!
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my pleasure, Mr. Robert.
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