night into early morn’

duck in the pond behind the flat
pontificating to whatever audience he thinks he has
proclaiming his territory
or maybe he’s just saying hey

hey! hey! hey!
(pause)
hey!
(pause)
hey!

the acoustics are just right
so that sometimes i believe among the cattails
roams a talkative, minature moose

at first he was a leaky tap
the squeak of a ceiling fan
but now he is the consistency of being

resistance against the dark undertown
refusing to be stifled or quelled

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night into early morn’

the eccentric

the prudent thing to do he was told
was to clear the head

hedgerows of words and sentences
to be trimmed and snipped
cleared out

don’t worry he was told
your neighbors will be pleased

he was told form follows function
those entangled peculiar paragraphs
pruned into pleasant straight lines

shear ’em
til the ground is littered
with those wildly uncontrolled
idiosyncracies

raken ’em up
bag ’em up
toss ’em away

til that dustbin is overflowing
with an entire history

the eccentric