Pitty the wity amidsts the dullsaramas

by Christos Polydorou

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Pitty the wity
amidsts the dullsaramas
They are steeples
Glue
They are people
Too

and if you stood
under
You would be
Gleeful
With the exceptional
Grace
That falls on
Them
Like unhinged
Chandaliers

Like
Chandaliers unhinged

What’s the weather like in Dullsville?
Dullsegook
Dullifrangilistic etc.

Is everything filled with wonder there?

We have supper like you

Break on through
To the other side
Greet Gertrude Stein
whilst there

Who?

Leave us wities to writhe
in our cleverness
Let us pee
into our smarty pants
Could we be
any less romantic?
Any more pedantic?
The macrocosm is so beautiful, my love.
But macaroons, macaroons, macaroons,
are so colourful to you.
The wity flock to cities
until Mother Nature calls them home
After spending a lifetime of passengers
with Uncle Architecture

So leave us nerds
To our peace
And quiet

That’s where you’ll find us
Reading a book with words
Solving existential problems
Philosophical conundrums

Leave us to our catch 22s
Our IOUs
The world is our question
You eternally neglect our elegant solutions:

It is rocket science

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