Twittering Tales: The Caesurian Section

The Caesurian Section

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The critic

wheels my poem

into surgery.

He packs the skull

with stately

stressing.

He pins a metrical

foot to its mouth.

He tapes an allusive

paradox to its groin.

My poem opens its

eyes and speaks:

Am I great yet?



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Robert Goldstein 2015-2019

This is an entry for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #142 – 25 June 2019

Twittering tales Kat Myrman
Twittering Tales Kat Myrman



Strange Dream #09

I roam the slums of a jungle;

It is hot and I am always thirsty.

I drink from the

fountain marked

Colored;

It’s magic quenches

my thirst.

At 3 AM savage

sophisticates

jabber and howl.

“Who do you love most,” asks God.

“Jayne Mansfield,” says Max.

“And why is that?” God is so cleverly all-knowing.

“She’s dead.” Max replies.

 

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(c) Rob Goldstein 2015-2017 All Rights Reserved

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