Wednesday, August 8, 2018

11,054. HARVEY POSTERIOR

HARVEY POSTERIOR
If the bear wears the suit of
the lion, and the cow runs
away with the moon, where
does that leave us? Trying,
or just crying too soon?
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My notebook is dotted with
the cuttings of childish things.
Mythologies of brothers, and
playful kings, stories of old
enchantment, Tolkien's rings.
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I keep far from such things 
now, drinking amber liquid
at a roadside trench, or a 
streetside cafe near Broome. 
The waiter cuts another single
malt from this bar-room's 
wide array, while the panting 
Dutchgirl barmaid walks away.
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I may be a drunken sailor, 
though  not today. But It really 
does sometimes happen: a 
card-carrying warrior, a
drunken chief, a wandering
astronomer, a man of grief.


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