06 Jan




mood, the color of the sea welcoming you in, sapphires pealing

the lights creating a carillon along your neck

all my investments, down

the shoes, old

dirty bathtub querying how old your rubber ducky is

the one between your legs

and who’s going to sell this scene to you

now that it’s almost through

and her eyes, brilliant, brown the orbit

a blink

she asks, how long do I have left to inspire you

before I do my own thing

but I’m dogged as a beheading date, claiming

genius is both possessor and possessed

you are always free and always captive


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Jack Tsoy Tumult

Morose Pontifications and Other Poetic Ramblings

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