Monday, August 24, 2020

13,077. AND SO I CAN'T

AND SO I CAN'T
There's little left of the carnival
but I can't brood. I will if you ask,
but then I find out I can't. Things
follow like that. Something's not
there, and so I can't. Marshall
Faraday is at the reunion  -  all the
old coppers and gunmen together.
Like a Sherlock Holmes festival
fidelio. Wanting to be involved, I
find I dislike everything, 
and so I can't. 
-
My intentions to attend fell by
the wayside. They arrested my
sister for fraud. My brother went
down in the cyclone. I stand alone?
I want to be full-bodied, but I'm so
weak I can't.
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And so I can't tell you much more.
Incommunicado, they used to say.
Now no one knows those words
like that. And so I can't, again.

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