Saturday, November 2, 2019

Kit Kelen #1401 - at the auction



1401
at the auction

 a piece of waste ground
whereon the numbers cannot try the cause
                         – Hamlet, or I misremember


put on a fresh shirt to bid
make up numbers no one’s heard before
will never hear again

how old is this place
with no car space?

how many beans in the jar?
adrenalin pumps

it’s something and one
said just for fun

oh and oh for the dice’ next throw

the script has
termites
no kitchen
falling walls
plumbing never quite paid for

who’ll meet me at 643?
do we get in the door at 644?

if the increment fits
and starts

do I hold up
how many paws, paddles?
why can’t we live together?
wasn’t that soul?

count backwards
that will get ’em riled
play for the zero sum

and where it trends nobody knows
egg on
with confidence and zeal

this beast
and so many magic beans
will reach the heavens yet

mind of the hive says something and five

be breathless
don’t wait

a next fresh number ends in nine
fresh paint and the multitude sins

will this hovel yet be mine?

so solemn po
the auctioneer

all the good ones go to heaven
and all our sixes now are sevens

like in the waiting room
and everyone wants the job
so we interview each other

still not too late at eighty eight

who has the baton?

it’s  housie, is it?
you say bingo

once twice
three times the spell
that hammer is only my heart 

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