Tuesday, August 7, 2012

3826. FLAMING SWORD

 FLAMING SWORD
No more than a Michael's message,
this guardian of the keep, this flaming
sword. I am substituting substance for
butter in every recipe I mix  -  locomotive
motive, enticing enticements, the bridge
over this river Lie. I am determined (oh,
have I not yet told you?), so very steady,
determined yet, to walk on water.
And all that noise out on the street,
that's the boys from Winton Point  - 
their pointed-toe shoes and sickening
black suits - all here to take back
their deposit from old Tom One-Eye,
the bookie-barber guy.

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