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False Prophet

Posted in Poetry with tags , , , , , , , , , on February 5, 2011 by dc

Here’s another
Telling us he hears voices,
A glass bottomed landscape,
A slow heart attack.

Or maybe just wind.

He sits up in bed,
Farting a tune,
An embarrassing march,
Then an awkward descent.

From the dream laden parapets
To the cold tiled wards,

He’s the puffed up ambition
Of a hall filled with lords,

A bored sloth deflating,
A motherless cord,

It’s a chore
Just to hear him

Pretend that he’s cured.