Poetry

thers an opera vois in th rain

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n all th fallin dreems rektified
n vindikatid by a nu swetr th ball points
need changing sum raisins mite help
barnakuls n ravens situatid on th pier
moorings i wish i wer hanging with yu
ium tirud uv th lessons on balans n jut
want less on ingenuitee can still prevail
n b4 th veils its still preveiling i undr
stand why sum peopul have sum dayze
they cant take calls n is it th bastion reflex
i remembr kelp dont jostul me its th bell
agen dew i have 2 jump 4 th chees or th
string or the peesus uv hanburger balls n
words 2 swords n baubuls as th previous
templates n beleef in permanens dissolv n
nu templates in th continuing changing
conrinu th reign uv who infinitlee was
saying whats next what 2 dew n is that
th sum uv it without memoree or me
mores didint yu say that b4 i askd wud
that mettr a or b or c or j o m or zee
wethrs th whens wen n withrs nd or b
encore
it goes on th ferris wheels turning
n turning evn kreekee on theyr axils n
hinges th plot devices n time frames flash
4ward in th naratolojeez all th ingredients
eet th skripts changes th dansing th steps
changing n th routeens point uv view
whos th speekr caws n effekt sequins
advances nu daring n wundrfulness th
amazysing timing sumtimes heering th frit
ening skreem heloo th fog horn bellows n
blows ovr th sweltring n deepr down frigid
watrs waves corroding th semblances i
wake up in th morning n think ium a
product uv evreewuns msundrstandings
a day off a great movee anothr great

movee n th time is maroon n clapping
clasping th spideree gold bnaguls from his
eyelids us walking thru th treez 2gethr
walking 2gethr our sides touching grayzing
each othr n mooving thru an othr tree
aftr tree n th 3/4 moon spilling th blessings
ovr th undulent turqoise bay letting our
hearts opn n sway th opera vois in th
rain singing uv life n love without pain it
cums and cums agen th sweetness wun fine
day how dew yu remembr th futur i love yu
n thers no way in at leest at ths time n stay
oh 2 stay n go th glam our uv th road th
glamour uv yu life itself is a hed shakr
shake it off in th showr in th hour
mine yrs o ours h h hu hu uu oo
aaa huuuu uuuuahuuuaaaaaa

Originally published in White Wall Review 41 (2017)

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