The Calling MistA Poem by CorsetThe picture is not mine but I do own it , it hangs on my wall.The Calling Mist Alchemy springs with confession investigative boys sounds of gagging, one vomiting a Mario brothers tune the other, a Pac Man wilt. I can't look, I can't look... Married man seductions, cell phones and patriotic passions everywhere today, the foot race of business suits Dinner on the table served with lockjaw pain the chewing silence, the "End Game" denial... and that company where the power is running off testimony cliff blindfolded the crouching black dogs find the sunlight.
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