Migratory Duck

The larvae is amused

Amuse bouche as the whole world is burning

Shall we end in sparkly ice or sparkly flames?

In each and every world there is you

Or the concept of you I now take for granted

Like snacks and quills along the way

The road is long there is no road

Shall I fashion you in velvet?

Once you kindly return that silk robe

You confiscated for godknowswhat purpose

I could build a sandcastle next to your windmill

All starry eyed pure breed stardust

Care to save the stardust for last

It is the last thing you throw down Shinichi's well

Or the abyss we photoshopped on the image of

a very contemporary Chicago

Meet me by the absinthe bar they sell fake absinthe

Or play with your seafoods on the plate

Caressing bone china like a dull sophisticate

Say with me: one two three drink

Spore, funeral bouquet, vérité

It's only propositional to a point

Where you point out with your dining knife

There is no point in the first place

That crowned you as a first grade bullshitter

With your parlour charm and bébé parle

In a world where every man owns an automobile

And every woman too

We will rediscover us by the lake

You are eating my share of ice cream

I dress like a fool by the sea

Complete with kitty sunglasses

If you will say one last thing to me

"That is a hella migratory duck!"

And I will immediately know what you mean

"I miss my third-day pet

What happened on the fourth day?"

You said with a conspiratorial grin

"Lent is what happened on the fourth day

Although people break it for the weekend"

I gaze to the water suddenly the whole water turned to strawberry marmalade

By Aran Meredith

October 2023