Look at this arrangement

a well-spring engagement;

advanced stages of the plague.

It is mild entertainment

like the eyes picked out by ravens

or just little

idle joking demons

made for mayhem

to bring mayhem

like the whipped-cream to the cake.

I will stuff myself with cake

for cake’s sake

and then we’ll see

if the whipped-cream ties it all together

when the wind blows.

It is a laugh in the face

for face sake

to laugh.

When we string each other

up on trees

to hang and dangle in the breeze.

We tremble in the face of things

but in the end, what is a thing?

But nothing tied with packaging

and fancy ribbons

dangling like bodies in the wind.

In lies an excess of everything.  


copyright: C. Ward 2016


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