Where to Re-begin


down which beaten track
down which rabbit hole
down which loop of labyrinth
down which cul de sac
down which stretch of sin?

Goliath’s not who we stand against
but his un-metaphoric me-first twin,
the behemoth of battered dreams we are
and stand before with tiny tarnished stone and sling,
blinded by the mirrored sun behind the thing
whose cranium itself is bruised and baked—
this looming Frankenstein of ours
by which we take and take and take and take

we’re like kudzu blooming,
blooming like crazy blazing mushrooms
we know what ignorant intent can bring
we see this mangy dog of ours
we’ve not been grooming

—stopping up our ears
as inattention sings
we’re left to our devices
which we must not load again
with shit to fling


.by Jim Culleny

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