• Arnold Potter

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    In phony fears, shackled and caged
    Trichoglossus moluccanus
    heart detached from the toil of hard
    work. Now, poison starts traveling
    from my earlobes, my frigid brain,
    my deflated, hammered-down waste
    of four chambers. Proclaiming law
    the Rodents leer; serve the crumbs for just themselves. Don’t leave a trail,
    cut off their tongues. The cheered system
    tampered with. Melt my lungs slowly–
    just leave the Fruits unharmed, scar-less.

    The Staccato

    a blackbird whispered in a blue, sing-song
    voice — “it’s about time for you to rejoin
    the stars.” Dried leaves start to unfurl, knowing,
    seemingly hearing the but one-sided
    negotiation. No, it was more a
    howling sound than it was an innocent
    whistle. The rock has withered but its strength remains
    pronounced in humble silence; stock flowers
    have woken up to speak odes in mauve light.
    “Have a safe trip,” we sing. “You’re never forgot.”

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