a return to the cave

first grow a soul


plant a smooth seed
in jujubees Please
moju jujo     tear
the hair out     weave
the sweep second hand
tapestry dance     nothing
as heavy as fleabite, stubbed toe, no one arrived
at your party     and who
are you jomo juju
waving fingers make my impressions leaden
never so small as full
or full as empty

a windup chatter on chipped flaked table
and its ingenuity     words
suggesting taffy cottoncandy caviar and SUVs
pre- and sub- text hot mojo bad juju
you were watching the watch
you watch it in your dream
where your job is to stamp
an origin into each plastic toy
what comes down the line
before it cools
driver, spook the horse
enough poetry, into
the seen of dark


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