Slack at the back
¶ 1
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Between tangled nodes and warped wire
there lies a rarity, a hidden gem,
albeit one hidden in plain sight,
the unearthing of which, spurs an homage
¶ 3
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therein the master poet
brandishes his bardic bent
to describe how
“rubbery men bounced after” the “blown ball”
¶ 4
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In the ravine ravaged scarps
“the rain lowered a steel press”
to which The Sun of yore
would’ve added red topped peaks
¶ 5
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silently, the setting light
“mixed its mad oils”
and the benevolence of the bard
lifts the clouds from our eyes
¶ 6
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the golden glow
of finding a hymn among the hemlock
is akin to a Messi gem
in a miasma of mundanity
¶ 7
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thereupon a pogrom of puns
and a litany of alliteration
entice us benignly
“to puddle glitter”
¶ 8
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There’s no result to report, in this Slack game
but read between the lines
and the bewitching wingers
deliver a bouncing beauty
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