poetry, Uncategorized

Parallel Satori

He’s my doppelganger

Aside from the scar

On his cheek

Splits the beard like

A fork of lightning

Tells me to put the

Money on

Lester’s Folly

In the 1230 at Kempton

He promises me

A life as fierce and testing

A final masculine riot

Of bruising ecstasy

I spend the money on a coat

A hardback and a good cup of coffee

Feed flakes of a pastry to the birds

Watch the grease shining

On my fingers


Bear the joy

Of it all




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