Parsimony from Quarantine by Oscar Shorts

tearing at my open hands while 
lifting heavy dreams to land 
i ran my palms between the sand 
as fortune teller flyers rattled quietly in the distance
the pelican is off again a
feather drifting in the wind can
offer little sentiment to men
who dream only to see the flyer in the distance
in the midnight moon that never fails
to sink it’s tooth into the 
eye of the beholder 
biting hard releasing soon to leave a sunrise in the distance
it’s troublesome
aluminum
it’s paper thin
recycling
disposable
the kingdom of the whirlwind is
running out of air again but
royalty hath just to breathe it’s
hierarchy to understand the fiction
the parsimony queen is 
saving up her royalty 
you better tell her that she’s couth 
if you want her revenue and not her diction
luckily the king of luxury is
rich speaks with impertinence 
he’s separated from the crowd 
by a fog of great suspicion , but he’s in the distance

the pelican is picking up some speed
he beats his wings on the
unseen around Namibia he’s looking
for a way to save his blood line
often lost in thought i am distraught 
to know that i am simply bought
by the outsiders for my legs as long
as spiders break in due time
for me the reverie i get from sleep
cannot be beat by what i see
when im awake through out the day
i keep my eyes peeled on the dream
in the distance
it’s troublesome
aluminum
it’s paper thin
recycling
disposable

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