Taxidermy

I slept very well, yes. Thank you
For asking. Had a good cigarette;
Breakfast was fine. It's comforting,
Somewhat, to be where I grew,
Weighed down by the weather,
The soul-killing clouds, and
Surrounded by mountains and
Light-stealing trees, and it's been
Nice to see you, old pal. That's
The truth, but my mind remains
Elsewhere. This trip to the past,
To what passes, at present, for
What used to be, feels a little bit
Stiff, like a fish on a plaque on a
Wall, not alive. I'm afraid I must
Leave for a parallel present: the
Pond where I wriggle, the woman
Who's hooked me, and what isn't
Yet, but could be.





Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-01-31 at 18:37

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