slipt

he came from upside-down street with a drumstick in his hand
claimed he was a drummer in a crappy covers band
i shook him very gently and gave his cheek a kiss
told him we weren’t idiots so please don’t take the piss
he shook his head in sorrow then he looked at me askance
got up on his hind legs and led us in a dance
we capered thus for ages till the sky was turning grey
and watched until the monster slow and silent slipt away

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  1. damommza

     /  June 15, 2016

    This character has actually appeared in previous poems. I always see him as a vagabond, wearing mismatched clothing and spending some time with people he meets on the road, interacting for only short periods of time. After that he wanders off again, leaving a cryptic message behind. I think that sometimes he’s the monster and sometimes the reader is. *claps* šŸ˜€

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