today
I’ll stay
a toy
decoy
hideout
for shouts
runout
for doubts
inured
to lures
and cured
of news
not mean
I’m glad
you let
me in
my spleen
no hope
no rope
no time
to clime
reclaim
my name
and blame
the same
old me
a click
is quick
the kick
and flick
’die’ spelled
with ‘l’
melts ‘lie’
to ‘i’
all eyes
on ice
my soul
an owl
hoots now
no more
‘and-or’
or less
to guess
my chest
at rest
unwept
by septs
the breath
possessed
forborne
unborn
word’s dove
July 29, 2011
no more and-or
© Copyright: Юрий Лазирко, 2011
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