And there goes the day

what breed of day
are you this day
a scoundrel’s sulk
two lips that pray
two arches searching
for their doors
the archers lost
upon the moors
10 pickled pricks
of pachyderms
10 dissections
of earthworms
a dissertation
on nonsense
a past that used
the future tense
a blue vein sliced
in butchers blocks
a card that pries
apart the locks
a care upon re-
entry burned
a chalice turns to blood
we learned
a priest who wrestles
all the boys
and hushes them
“Men don’t make noise.”
And there goes the day…
And there goes the day…
And there goes the day away…

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