morning after morning
parades by me dressed
in festive costumes
of yesterday's fantasies
played out
more than once
in case some fool
wants to
play them out again;
night after night
dressed in undertaker clothes,
flies by me
one by one
like prison inmates
enjoying their daily exercise,
not realizing they have
all been sleep walking;
overlapping moons or suns,
I cannot tell which,
orbit my thoughts,
trying to land,
as if on an
aircraft carrier at sea,
only to find
they are not equipped
with the right gears;
desires are removed from me
with the skill set
of a surgeon
who lost their license
due to the malpractice
of removing desires,
and now,
I have all my meals
in the operating room.
24Nov14
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