Ish
Is and Not Is is Ish.
Iberian autumns and Spanish springs.
They are never what you wish,
these things.
The fake nicotine stain
on the ceiling of smoke-free bars.
Unloved mongrels sub-woofing pain
from their cars.
The virgin hook awaiting its fish.
Lamia halfway to a bat.
The feline apotheosis of Ish -
Shroedinger's cat.
Some flowers grow higher than others.
One bird is mute. Another sings.
Girls outgrow their mothers.
It is the nature of things
Everything is a halfway state
No point that isn't a middle position
Even the full-stop of fate
is just a comma before decomposition,
Iberian autumns and Spanish springs.
They are never what you wish,
these things.
The fake nicotine stain
on the ceiling of smoke-free bars.
Unloved mongrels sub-woofing pain
from their cars.
The virgin hook awaiting its fish.
Lamia halfway to a bat.
The feline apotheosis of Ish -
Shroedinger's cat.
Some flowers grow higher than others.
One bird is mute. Another sings.
Girls outgrow their mothers.
It is the nature of things
Everything is a halfway state
No point that isn't a middle position
Even the full-stop of fate
is just a comma before decomposition,
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Very good lines throughout.
'Unloved mongrels sub-woofing pain / from their cars.'
There's a lot of them around.
"Everything is a halfway state
No point that isn't a middle position"
Everything, you mean, except Schroedinger's cat. That cat can only be alive or dead, nowhere inbetween. Sorry, that's a physics joke, no one on this website will get it.
Excellent work. I can feel the ideas flowing.