An iPhone is Speaking

Poets and assassins

work alone

loneliness is firewood

fueling vengeance

and despair

and then

from there

hooves pounding

the centaur

takes center stage

from there?

stage left

or stage right

[An iPhone is speaking

to a man]

I can never tell

my

left

from my

right

funny, ha ha

so this mythological beast

this thing

this um

star

iambic contaminator

for a moment

(of destabilization)

I thought word iamb

was the word lamb

I was

counting sheep

I was

until they

fell asleep

bah bah humbug

Le Mouton Noir

Pardon my French

“I have pardoned many things

but never your French”

The stresses

are

stressing

me

out

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In a fire

always

take

the

despair