03-21-2024, 06:24 AM
Edit 3 (The Knot Variation) new first stanza
The fabulist wears a mask
ragged with laughter
but if you listen to his eyes
they tell you he's not joking.
His jack-in-the-knife fable
turns in a groove of lies
where lunacy and rhyme
lay the heretics in a row.
For the scarecrow believers
his words fill the sky.
They hang on his periods
wander the pauses in his breath
until his kingdom is come.
Between the fabulist’s wrist
and his unspoken name
worlds are made and unmade
cutting across unready nerves
burning cities in your brain.
The fabulist wears a mask
ragged with laughter
but if you listen to his eyes
they tell you he's not joking.
His jack-in-the-knife fable
turns in a groove of lies
where lunacy and rhyme
lay the heretics in a row.
For the scarecrow believers
his words fill the sky.
They hang on his periods
wander the pauses in his breath
until his kingdom is come.
Between the fabulist’s wrist
and his unspoken name
worlds are made and unmade
cutting across unready nerves
burning cities in your brain.