Aubade Faucet
by Bill Yarrow
I.
he leans his messy head against the wall
and contemplates his wild mistakes
he discovers a nest of red spiders
outside his rotting basement door
he watches television in his socks
and thinks about the world to come
II.
he discovers a nest of red spiders
and thinks about the world to come
he leans his messy head against the wall
outside his rotting basement door
he watches television in his socks
and contemplates his wild mistakes
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in Hermeneutics Chaos Literary Journal.
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"wild mistakes" is a great phrase.*
Playful and sly, just the way we like'em.
Nicely crafted.
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Wildly clever. *
Really enjoyed reading this one!
Very clever. I do so love a messy head. :) *
Amanda is right about "wild mistakes." *
Thank you, Amanda, Darryl, Gary H and Gary P, Mathew, J.A., Charlotte, and John! Appreciate very much your reading and kind commenting.
Such bizarre and wonderful imagery, amid echoes and slight shifts in phrase and line. Good piece.
* Gem.
Love it *
Thanks, Sam, Nonnie, and Mia!