waltzes through the doorway




he sings sweet melodies,

a syrupey hypnosis,

his collection of sounds

to make the sane

question the ground beneath their feet

and the heart in their hearts

“silly, did you think you’d put me out forever?”

he asks, helping himself to coffee

or tea or water or wine

whatever lies available

“how quickly you forget where you come from”

and he smiles through a mouth still whistling

tunes sickening enough to sicken

any stomach of reserve


when will you learn

you are never safe

to assume freedom


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