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for the throat

May 3, 2017

the poet as magpie,
as thief of the unwanted,
picking up discarded
hints and glances,
twigs and spots,
setting them against each other
in reflective adjacencies

the poet as mad scientist,
surrounded by smokes and
flames and bottles and jars,
suspending solutions, applying
catalysts, creating explosions
controlled and uncontrolled

you did not know
that I had asked you
to show me your throat
until you had
already showed me

the poet as carnival barker,
urging you to believe what you see
in the hall of mirrors, the house of
horrors, the tunnel of love

the poet as seducer,
wooing, enticing, drawing
you into a deeper world than
you had forgotten

you did not know
that I had asked you
to show me your throat
until you had
already showed me

the poet as horse-whisperer,
lion-tamer, thorn-remover,
pompousness-deflater,
democratiser, time traveller,
box cutter, dot-connector,
liberator, incubator

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