The Mustard Gas of Jealousy

 

“Ultimately religious belief didn’t matter; it was a question of what myths still carried enough weight to be used.”

— Anthony Burgess, Inside Mr Enderby (1963)

 

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suddenly I can smell/ my classified feelings

& the mustard gas of jealousy/ a blue vapor

drifting back & forth all noxious & corrosive

& etching erratic holes into soft membranes

as the heedless dawn/ blew rain in stuttering

coughs about the all-night drugstore’s dusty

window/ & mind space/ framed in tubes of

light & backlit by the

hollow plaster skies

& electric Christmas

calendars – – – – – – – –

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Peter Bies © 2010

 

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