…meanwhile by Bill Jansen

…meanwhile

common Welsh flowers caw
from choir loft hedges

the magic dead sleep upright
on tavern tables.

the meanwhile of similarity
seems unique as ever
in the dew

the drama of young women
keeps repeating
anew anew anew.

by Bill Jansen

Editor’s Note: This poem’s nod to Poe offers an unexpected amusement for the mind.

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2 responses to “…meanwhile by Bill Jansen”

  1. J.R. Solonche Avatar
    J.R. Solonche

    Sounds like it was written in that tavern while dead drunk. The best way.

    1. Bill Jansen Avatar
      Bill Jansen

      I write and drink to keep the kangaroos out of the dream.

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