Silver Thread

My fiberglass personality, bondo life
filling in the gaps with literary diversion
under soft ultraviolet lamps to cure
a vampire’s sweet tooth, somber dissatisfaction
with the general press, the heart felt peddler
Copenhagen shifting to a three piece
jazz fusion band, reduced to elevator antics;
in the middle of embracing lovers, Rodin
entwined arms picked from stony faces
a false kiss, a trope, a hazel wand
casting spells and aspersions over genuinely held beliefs,
the waterfall of ignored emotions a caterwaul
wheezed from the spent reserves of Chernobyl
failing to prevent overload, a sinister design flaw
to lee, to star, brook no river’s banks
the silver thread tracing borders over landscapes.

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