I am Only Real When

 

I am only real when

        carried on the backs of slaves

Sometimes love is not enough

My daughter says meat

                             is like fish

thinking

 

               ***

A marriage of 

a leaf

            and a dreary 

daylight

                       will strand

the sun in misery.

               ***

Boiling          peaches

bounce through the 

library

                     navigated by

blowflies and wasps

                     20 had shrunk and wrinkled 

           covered in oil.

               ***

The legless beggar is like

the seed of a star

 

killing flowers who cannot be

                         rehabilitated

the eye of a newt from

           a well-run sewage treatment

                                    plant.

               ***

The sun is blinding the grass

                    grateful                   against my

overheated fire

                       red white or 

                       blue

           ripened on the green stem

                           of the turning

                                          earth.

               ***

Max was launching his unsuspecting

             sister  

                              like sludge

peeping through the circular colon

Yellow flowers

                                  play

       motorcycles                  under the bridge

                                                     the rain

                     asked how the

earth was created.

 

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AuthorWilliam Reger