Whisper stumbles awardly upon the ear

in a real landscape someone has invented

where aliens sweep down for painted skies

wearing hero smiles    edged in palest blue

they whoop    & poke    & harass a forest

sealed in approximate light    pine-scented

between colored stones that have no value

the monkey is allowed to speak in its place

while acrobats reappear by the letter "B"

to perform before viewers    all expendable.

This poem first appeared online at: www.stridemagazine.co.uk

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