Poem: Warmest

Things I’ve seen many
Toying with aneroid
Bewitching one’s mental
Capacity, in the charming
London bulb

Community spirits make
Me dizzy, commuting me
Into a commuter that head
Elsewhere. Sit me beside a
Helmsman watching Iron Cross

Stirring petroleum jelly
On the stove, hungry for
The in-coming voices of
A day to remember. Then
The moon is the warmest

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