A clock full of leaves
knocks on my bubble town.
I am not Atlas to haul
time’s circling hands around,
On my way to the hoodoo palace
to pay my overdo dues.
What kind of monkey
would dare trick us?
You again, Mnemosyne,
our ghostly host!?
Accountant of the Now.
Extend your concertina lips.
FINISHING LASTS
White roses falling in slow-mo.

JEFFREY CYPHERS WRIGHT is best known as a poet. His most recent book of verse is called Radio Poems and is just out from The Operating System. 2017.