the Modern Day Faerie
must believe in
her tail. . .
without backward glance,
rudimentary flicking,
or circular chasing,
this weaver of dreams
knows her once upon a time
is also her end
–a skipping through
woulds,
coulds,
shouldn’ts ,
and
didn’ts
to the
house of the wolf
(most avoid)
the trend-conscious faerie
travels through dead of Knight
without shield
or Shade–
–or she is no faerie at all
.she’s pretend.
a double negative since faeries
are what
make believe
.is.
(if she can’t, you can’t either)
spelled correctly, or not,
it amounts to some of it. . .
and sum of it
is never enough
–unless those calculating
are mathematic genius, and
ethical all at once
–an oxymoron if ever there was one
(as any true faerie knows)
the It faerie of moment
is well aware of all that’s physical
–a creature of ID, and cornerstone
of dwelling, she delegates it
to what is base
— as base is. . .
a shower, sh*t, and shave scenario
if faeries did such things, which
–as you suspect—
faeries don’t.
the Modern Day sprite
disdains connections. . .
scrapping screenplay
to foil would-be muggers
she rights reels, nevertheless,
generally the more
since this up-to-date Imp is altogether
more present than
the gifted
–propelled by GPS
forward.
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