A Stutter of Reality
Dickering aches December me,
tragedy squeaks in knotted knees.
Banana back bent in the sack,
paddywack foot arches
bone of a moan,
no bounce in this frozen morn.
Non-elastic, erratically rheumatic,
I need a mechanic, a spanner
to wrench upon
this brainless stammer,
this dither and shiver
or spark plugs to electrify
an out-of-tune mind
as it circles
behind
a reluctantly thawing
eye.
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