The Plant of Joy

[Knot]

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Hi Brian,

just to say I'd not have made the leap from 'teat' to 'syringe' - so thanks for the explanation. Quite a significant distinction between 'to draw from' and 'to force into', isn't it? (Suckle and poppy are, to me, more suggestive of an opium pipe, not a syringe).

However it got me wondering about the order of the piece.

Just a suggestion

I suckle on paralysis,

and tithing to the poppy's phlegm,

On teats of steel my soul subsists.

The hatching sun, its yoke half-bared,

corrals [whose?] minions from their roost,

That tarp of dark hung grand to spare

the flooded eye from light's dour truth.

Decamp, and rouse a pliant stem-

I would not fling this solar cyst

into Inferno's deepest pit

Best, Knot

ps. Why would things that are roosted need corralling?

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