All The World’s A Platform – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Photo by Anna Filinova on Unsplash Three brides All The World's A PlatformMy pulsea catch in my throat,oh those sleek sculpted bodiesthrobbingsighingI'm overcome,like a station masterI want to whistlestop, go, waito what the heckjust go, go, goand tomorrowwhat will they wake to,consumedfirebox emptymemories …