Wonder Woman’s Eraser


the blinds of my mind…lilt

a storied plot of disconnect and bad vertical holds fresh with scant static

I interviewed, repeatedly…the main character on merits

on fishbowl houses

and

smiling goldfish with one shoe

I keep coming back to these indoor graveyards

scrutinizing testimonials  from dead poets

at graffiti’s basement of cheap thrills

stirring up banshee’s with last centuries news

I have lit this vigilant firecracker so often just to watch it explode

someone else

anyone else

would have taken a powder by now

but this actor, this skinny cow reminds me

overturned stones eventually turn cold

I will come back at least three times more

first, with a left hand cane to pry open all the good that remains

second, with a stronger back to carry a weighty blind frog

third, with Wonder Woman’s eraser to remove my name

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