Small comfort
Our vaudevillian yaws
Breaking up parity
Dragging the reaches
Like a barge of blithesome jawing
It may only be
That I pretend it is joint
That you are closer than carpet
Bright and clean
We volley superlatives
Rummaging for each others teeth
Beneath it I clutch like wonder
I think you might smash me
Enclose my feathers
In swarthy doses
Of virgin solace
All in such a high cupboard
Reachless and unlit
Inventoried by a mizer
With tenacious eyes.
(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006
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