lyre liar

bicker brown by the stairwell, narcissus—
favor the divine!

headlong into big-bangle jerkins—
sumptuous and melancholy

quaff a fifth of ale
potent, plangent, and honeyed

doubter of gallows rumors
shatter-shifting and reborn

as a loyalty subcontractor
a wistful adaptor, weaving tamarisks

into the hearty shapes
of your face — traipsed and lyrical

you bicyclist of stake narcotics
and jerky divinities

talent-ridden geomancer, you!
you, organ-grinder addict

What I’m Reading:

“I acknowledge that I will never achieve Inbox Zero”

— Gemma Correll / “Affirmations for Modern Life”