Memories and chainsaws,
What a misery; can network delay?
Block our ears?
But our eyes hear.
I know in whose house;
Oh! What a knowledge of evil from Eve’s fruit.
Same house, same balcony, same stairs,
Couldn’t win a fifty if you tried.
Companion of fools?
Companion nonetheless.
Sanity and sawdust,
Perhaps if we skip breakfast and lunch
Binocular and a dove would arrive.
So we would try
As our midsection’s rumble,
We would ask and hear the thunder if lucky.
Hey Gold, Frankincense and myrrh
What am I good for?
©LifeasChristy
Originally published on praxis magazine
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