Moving like scurrying mice undercover
the cancers that ate half of my nose for lunch
now share a rented room on the back of my head.
Where they have developed another attack plan
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Ted, this is one powerful poem. You're right, when the horizon is bleak, the ridiculous possibilities of the 'new age' seem somehow quite reasonable options. Hoping this narrative is based on fiction? love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Ted this is one of the best poems I have read on this site. The flipancy of the narrative works fantastically. I think, from the off, you decided on a form and theme and stuck by it. For us it has paid off dividends and here you have certainly excelled. There is a great flow to this and the strength of imagery; the second line is a prime example, is incredible.