Mile high glass mountain,
enthroned on the peak
the jeering Muse in her Unattainable Princess mode.
She is eating a melon, spitting out the seeds.
Basaltic monolith set down by an alien god
in the middle of the narrow way
between the abyss and the infinite seething swamp
Fierce dark angel with a sword thin as a laser
darting to and fro, to and fro,
severing all connections
the strands of the web
synapses in my brain
sinews in my hand
Little wooden cubes
painted with apples, balls, clowns,
letters upper and lower case
A
B
C
An old one, published in The Kept Writer, July, 2002
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