Oz in a grove

To see the sinister where it’s not:
a paranoid man in a hut constructs
the world and conducts its business:
from the back of the grove
roams forth a file of lilliputians:
little ideas in an overgrown sea
of biomass and body polities:
tin foil is what an idea is strummed in,
wrapped in theologies of the wounded—
a hermit weaves with words a history
of the people who despise him,
whom he despises equally—
pray the gay away is as old
as antiquity—an anchorite unveils
himself: beneath his rueing habit
he wears a sash and high heels—
a monk with three nipples and
delusions of the world’s weal—


~ by Jeremy on June 21, 2013.

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