Thursday, May 22, 2025

A Thousand Cuts

A locomotive whistle welling up 
Like screams from a charwoman’s bottomless throat. 
A bathtub as a thirsty porcelain cup 
Whose curtain rings unbutton like a coat. 
A name no one remembers in a glass 
Of disappearing dust and garbage wrappers. 
A crippled peeping Tom with time to pass.
A dog who goes down for the long dirt nap. 
Plane as Grim Reaper; leading man as grain.
Fifth column dentists; marksmen made of clay 
Pretending to be pigeons. One man’s vain 
Crusade to stop blondes falling in the bay.
Macabre, suspenseful, droll, unhinged, absurd. 
A man assaulting actresses with birds. 

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