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Maurice Greenia

Spectered chariots
flee the backwaters:
speckled in empty
weapons (refusing
to eat the
ammunition) wrapped
in gold foil (which
weeps blue mist in
the sunlight. Then too,
nearby, an urchin
(disguised as a saxophone)
dances atop of a huge
drum. An area (for
repairing broken children)
is overwhelmed by tiny
animals. These latter
(while harmless) cause
some to laugh some to
cry (in the great by and by).

Maurice Greenia, Jr.

one footstep
after another,
eyes in the
back of their
head, overly
aware, breathing
like a mammal,
laughing quietly
(songs inside
the head), rest
in shadow,
more footprints
(hiding) then,
when the
confrontation
arrives they
live as if life
was thin glass.

Maurice Greenia, Jr.

“distinguished by
delight and
merely afraid
of joyous
well being: to
be frightened and
disgusted–why
that’s the thing!” –upon
hearing this, the
adversary rolled his
eyes and chewed the
carpet. He replied
(calmly and slowly,
deliberately and
with some agitation):
“mistrusted in
this fight and
wearily made.
They annoy us
by the wall, being
history as heightened
or maladjusted
like a song sing….”

Maurice Greenia,  Jr.

grand entrance:
shiny reflections
off the glass–
infinite snow–
up to here in
paint–each
step, a whole dance