The Barber of Rhymes

I found myself left
nominally in charge of
the shrinking of daffodils
the flipping of bottlecaps
the attending to of attendants
to today’s avalanche.

The editorial dentist
knew where the holes were
cleaned out the clinging
residual and tangential
playfully misfitting
decay to fill with silver.

In case of extremity
in response to the sepsis
of raw literalism
the surgeon of rhetoric
deftly separates your
marrow from your pith.

The barber of rhymes
with terrible temerity
removed odd fingers
with a screwdriver
for not properly fitting
into the scheme of things.


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