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Daft Fellow in the Dark

by Curt Allday

you are soft spoken like
crimson shifting into
rectangular configurations
with spectacular displays
of nationalism
its flags now
set half staff
a loud sound moving
down the street
while
two shadows of light poles
duel as
gentlemen
in england
settle scores
and continue their
whispering to one another
about
positions
of power of
wanting
of fucking
for change
for a glimpse
of temptation
sitting quietly
in a leather coated
desk chair
with night vision
glasses strapped
oh so tightly there
in the dark
in his hotel room
dreaming of all the positions
they could tangle
with angles
of the misfortune
seen and glimpsed
as we retreat
into
dagobah
into the swamps
of your illusions
infusing him
with hallucinations
about
love
life
philosophy
oneness
loneliness
wrapping its
vest around this disability
in the library
of her excuses
where he reads
all he needs
to know about

the truth

03/22/2006

Posted on 03/22/2006
Copyright © 2022 Curt Allday

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Tom Goss on 03/24/06 at 04:23 PM

Mesmerizing, relentless - a slowly falling raft, arcing downward over a waterfall.

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