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Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled
"Unreasonable Reasons for Fighting Dragons: Off Planet, Exiled"
I could write something beautiful for you,
like outside the windows
the raindrops slide off tips of green leaves
there are tears like pearldrops falling
onto moist lips like ripe rosebuds
hints of myrtle lemon that the tongue licks
like sticky marshmallow fingertips sweetly glued
softly placing a bookmark, between pages.
we should stop there for the night, before bedtime,
because bedtime is where love waits impatiently
for all manner of things,
like daughters immersed in all their removed seasons
reflected in unreasonable reasons
for fighting dragons in their imagined labyrinths
I cajole you, I proffer
that the very first love you will ever know
has prickly barbs like a bee that stings
and sticks deep in the skin like supersedure,
n.b. for hives, use Royal Crème,
and the preceding Queen bees
take an unaccustomed back seat,
sipping thoughtfully on honeyed
words and mead
in that tricky place,
where their children once played
and now those daughters
are the superseding
Royal Queens;
they are without doubt
the strongest in this case,
immortal paramours
and whilst their doppleganger stance
is terribly traumatised and competitive,
the archives, I have learned
as chief librarian in this place,
in grounds most territorial,
must be handled
with speak easy kid gloves,
insert the softest lambs’ wool here -
black sheep
all of the above
Candide Diderot. ‘24
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Candide Diderot
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