Today's poem is by Rustin Larson

Maybe Yes, Maybe No
       

You are a slave in a world
without substance.
You run the blade over hidden
copper and suddenly
everything chokes silent.

What happens between two eternities
is your only bit of poetry;
a paraphrase, author unknown.
Yeats maybe. Caroline likes you
to walk with her at night

when two universes are grinding
together and you go blind on the path
near the chirping frogs. You are
a bullock, thick and slow. Ringo
is eaten by a Bengal tiger while

the world sings Ode to Joy.
You have a remarkable time
watching a blue screen, drinking
iced tea, your swimming pool
state of mind, Nebraska in summer,

North Platte, Chlorine and Coca Cola,
a recliner, going mad
during the documentary on Leonardo,
before you confess.

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