Brooke Wolfe Poet Couplet

Dark Corridors

There will be no more venturing off into these dark corridors, monsieur
Don’t knock on my door tonight, I will not answer

For the spider webs, shifting in the freedom of an open window will remain,
Forever, like your hair, inconspicuous, deadly, and full of life. 

Don’t swear by the moon, it isn’t trustworthy, always shifting
Shapes into slimy banana peels, fade to nothing, melt to grey

Then blossom, into a sphere resembling the sun.
I don’t trust the moon, though I live by it.

I don’t trust couplets, my life-breathing energy supplement.  
I refuse to say anything corny, lest you take me for granted.  

But, god, don’t swear by the sun!  it’ll burn your back  right off
And don’t trust a mother, or a brother, or a sister

Never trust a “winner” who’s only prize, in my reality, is a gold medal in relentless 
pride.
In the basement, in the summer, in the moist wet damp of moldy glows my old 
life

Buried beneath the living, moving, and deadest of them all
Who looks like the rest of them all.

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