Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Glenn R. Frantz
This is a child of amusement.
Any account to create surprise,
fair or cheat, is an enemy.
The magicians' shops here are those of the past
and do not dwell in the veins of the fireplace
or the pocket of money.
All the cats in my wallet are of stone.
Don't look honest.
The testimonials found here are those of the mind
and do not see all the mistakes of the young
or the cause of slackening.
That's shrunk nonsense.
No impression of this scene may be summoned, therefore,
in any place or by any ingenuity,
in a low voice or a spacious ceremony,
without bearing the wrong scale.
About Glenn R. Frantz