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Ennui (Free verse) by Sisterwolf
Prisms flash off icy sputum hawked by
an angry sky whose knees knock with cold
Every spicule sharp as curare dart
and just as poisonous to exposed flesh
Glowering clouds bunch their eyebrows
into a frown of refusal to pass on by
Tongues of fog lick at the windows,
slavering like big, drooling guard dogs
Tiny pixels far below deny their humanity
as they slip from fog to building to sidewalk
Their movements jerky as old movie film
Lethargic light limply extends its fingers,
but they will not puncture the gloom
At dawn of time it was the same atmosphere,
only now skyscrapers loom instead of mountains
Still the oppressive feeling seems old as time
It is a day for a good book and a long nap
A day for inertia of body and soul alike
It is an offering from the gods of dissipation
Suck sweet chocolate between the teeth
and think lewd thoughts without giggling
Wrap up in cozy blankets, burrow down
Emerge only when the mood is gone
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