full of those waiting for
life rendering turning points,
holding off crowds of injustice
while others skate free into
their own oblivion...
a dancing walrus plays the piano
sings out of tune in karaoke
but knows the extent of familiarity
between audience and player...
moccasins scurry around the ground
in zigzag curving formations,
we stand on chairs hoping they
do no upward glancing,
escape would be eminent if there
was a convenient route...
lines form at the end of our thoughts
waiting to get inside as bouncers
allow only big tippers through doors
to the other side...
creeper is the night that crawls
through the mind, causing less
than positive actions to manifest
themselves to the concierge.
August 21, 2024
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