People passing as
quicksilver phosphorescent
clarity begins
at the home where the heart is
passing strangers dissemble
Red Wine and tuna nibbles.
Gaiman on the radio.
Talking in haiku.
Mind cavalcades notions.
Cascades masquerades.
New ways with old plays.
Fleshing out small characters.
Through dialogue they emerge.
Themes will reveal themselves.
Who is Pal Joey?
Provide a setting.
Let it roll, baby.
All night long.
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Poor law guardian
monster of deformity
what’s not wrong with you?
pillars crumble too you know
one day it will be your turn
to beg for trifles
and crumbs from your table
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