Posted by Bakers and Butchers
Two voices loosely strung together,
symbiotic
each with unknown origins
prying forward with the least resistance
through the conundrum
The faces of old historians
are cupcakes, marshmallows
cotton candy and meat
chewing, spitting, clamoring
figuring, weaving, blurring
what is the denomination
of higher concerns
that compels us
to incite the bakers and butchers
to deliver us into receivership
with meathooks and spic and span
to doctor/wardens
and a cranky, propertied grandpa
as jailer, legislator and judge?
Individual, institutional advisor
maker of stone
blessed by degrees of his own
One withering voice with a mind’s eye
exacting destination where there is no
time travel, no worthy spin on dementia,
childishness,or overbearing
In senseless eyes that scrape with tone,
buxom and fierce with vigor
one eye gathers and withers
while the other is made strong
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