Pill-Age & Bill-Age
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What is Big Pharmacy for
a hundred, Alex?
Pill-Age & Bill-Age
00. . .00

What is Big Pharmacy for
a hundred, Alex?

Under
palms
over-analyzed
near modern
runes,
I upended
sandspit
–time and again—
juggling
(crystal)
beach balls
in Nautilus configuration
–a la Venice—
fostereing pluck
that changed
(make up)
of chicken bones.
a fly fisherman–

disgusted with can of worms
–I angled for wings.

Rattled by riddles
and lacking 22 hands
–if you catch my drift—
she opted to
crochet
in lieu of
untying
Gordian’s knot
–bowing the present
of unwrapped box…
unnatural cube
and over-thought,
she picked knit
(don’t we all?)
weaving
her way write out of,
and rite back in
–unsettled by perpetual
interference.

she was the
Sin
and he was the
Man
–in a sky full of Stares
That-Burn
rings
on the ropes
stringing puppet theater
that control
Her-Fury
a Mood-O!
like he never knew
–her, either—
eyes as
Mean-as
his, and
faraway….
intent on
Hep-tunes
full of Stars
–the place they shine
and twinkle
in the mist…
https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/mystical/
I sit on
AWOL
legs swinging…

boots on the ground
–gone missing.