Turnstile Turmoil, Slow Motion

my inner gendarme

a relentless task mistress

patrols her beat

absentmindedly slapping

anachronistic billy club

against tenderfoot palm.

unsympathetic syncopation

march of jackboots

hard souled cadence of control

stalks my solitude

barking staccato orders

“move it woman!”




“stretch those muscles”

“expand your mind”

martinet of a marionette

yanks my strings

endless chaotic demands

I jerk to action

trip, tangled

in a wiry synaptic muddle

snarled in false starts

twined grandiose expectations.


from my puddled repose

autumn rain patters


reminds me to chill

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