Out-There
morning
camel-herders
money-changers
things from outer-space
hullabaloo and shindig
jostling at the gates
sense I've raised one eyelid
snapped shut
but it's too late
somehow reach the bathroom
reflect on my disguise
I'm shower-head and toothpaste
and soap gets in their eyes
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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