Off Topic: Today’s Verse 17

Where the elated things spar

the miles of Plutarch go strutting
along vacated cafe patios,
resigned to bleak
asphyxiation
in an underwater carousel

to the drummers’ refusal

that

she guards my gates
anonymous
w/ packaged hooks
for grasping
names & dates
where i achieve

that

spacious
heroic story

for the yards passed forty
the watcher in black-and-white
clinging to a muted whistle
as the miles of Plutarch go strutting
down the white lines
before her feet

i finagle a victory,
anonymous
w/ plastic looks
for pretending
.

–yiqi 7 nov 08 8:46 AM

A note on Plutarch.

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