[Poem] Staircase Mendicant

Drowning ankles in purchased anthems –

            squinting for bread

            squinting for fear of idleness.

Fingertip allergy persuasions, intensely

            feeling intimidated

            feeling around for the light switch.

Be doctor, mentor, coroner, lung, and still

            trafficking the usual, the ground floor

                                            the grandfather

            trafficking to the layered metaphor for

            sex or priesthood or liniment or

ergonomics or carilloneurs or side gates or

stupid languages or multiples of five or

fingertips again or calluses or callous

Benedictines or Copernicus or the glimmering

reincarnation of Cicero or money pile murders

or some combination of the above.

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