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Periscope

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Tue May 28th, 2019

To pierce the opaque world of corrupt lies

one needs Private Spectacles of Resonance

which bestows vision to see through dim cant

clothed in comic Harlequin arraignment.

Cruelty surrounds us like a carapace

of crustacean curses curled on lips.

All laws, customs, cultural perceptions

grow sizzling fat over the course of years

like slug wax in the portal of one’s ears

when we wake in blue dawn of the dew’s tears.

 

We proceed to draw history awkward

with far too much bloated baggage downward.

Those wistful tears burn away in sunlight

when our daylong working project goes right!