Monday, September 7, 2020

ut pictura poesis

I wish I could say I loved us 

Is a terrible way to begin 

A poem designed 

To honor our memories 

Of family life from within 

With bleached puritanical lore

Paving the way

To some glorious day 

When Antichrist and Y2K hype

Hold hands down its yellow brick road 

But the actual truth is half as exciting 

As hang-gliding, biking, skiing, or hiking

Into the forest of wild speculation

Where beasts of ex-husbands 

Preyed on one victim 

And chased into hiding 

Where no one was looking 

And no one could find out

Miss Durden’s new hangout 

Secluded in north Aberdeen 

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