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Chicagoetry: A Wren in a WreathA Wren in a Wreath So: there's this ghoul a wren in my wreath. lurks a golem of grief. A compendium of flaws, Of course, I have forged (God! To get through the day!) and crowned my fell heart Like us all, I swirl Within croaks a ghoul I've christened him He commands a gallows He embodies my Elephant Man: Yep: like a drunk I don't like him Because he's there. Stress, fatigue enable the guy Garlanded elephant OK: not one wren He's there, my wren, This Eve of All Hallows I'll let the wren reign. Yep: I'll purge the wrath This night shall go judgment To dawn my shabby heart, my wren, - J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress. - More Tindall: * Chicagoetry: The Book * Ready To Rock: The Music * Kindled Tindall: The Novel Posted on October 25, 2011 |
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