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the feign king

king
king

some twenty flights up
enhanced by the light
softly pooled on the surface
of her shameless picture window’s glow
she glides like a tropical fish behind glass
slowly dancing in emerald pajamas.

I observe from an alley below
draped in a paint splattered blanket
viewing life on a distant world
I too once occupied
waded in the waters of
warm and bright

sovereign of the extreme now
dumpster emperor extraordinaire

lord of all things low…

a curious street-bound scavenger
of bright fleeting moments
unfolding along the narrowing towers
above my kingdom’s squalor.