Tonight's Poet Corner: Royal Court

Royal Court
by Belinda Roddie

bring me the disenchanted jester
who stumbles on his heels and
fumbles with the criss-cross
of hyper phrases thick as fire
and strong as whiskey. I
want him to

sing me a dream-caught
fantasy that I've saved in my
dresser drawer
all mottled with cobwebs
and muddled with dust

and with pepper scalding
his tongue and spice
spraying ever outward,
all while the
bells on his cap scream

help us
please
we're nothing but pretty

he will
bring reds and blues to my mostly
swollen black and pale purple
afternoons.

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