Hoovering half-heartedly,
Pre-stressed steel muscular,
stilted, stiffish, torpid
The quality of mercy
is half-strained & falsetto
like a doomed balloonist going splat
on worn grey leatherette footstools,
a real deal phagocyte enters,
snips claggy brackish waterfowl,
flings a crane fly in the simmering beige broth,
shall we sport passé cotton pullovers for effect,
muss dwindling rancid quiffs and heinous eyebrows?
Downcast slow rise condos
sinuate minus stucco tracery.
others live in icky sitcom sets
it is lifestyling for sure
just not as we know it
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Not the kind of lifestyle cheery perky TV shows look for. I like it better. Real. This is a great poem.
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thank-you Claudia, fulsome praise indeed
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