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The Spy Who Came in for His Appointment

The Spy Who Came in for His Appointment


The difference between an idealist and a man obsessed,
the difference between us,
doctor. Each successive ring of diagnosis
your clinical aptitude makes
draws out another unconscious, emotional malady,
begging from the first psychic wound the ultimate utterance like a tree, the ax.

When I came home today, coming in
out of the rain, and crossed the threshold into tongue and groove
wainscoting
stained sunset red orange
that filled the entrance hall with warmth inside
cold forgotten stonework, I wondered what has really changed
since weather, that original space we all shared,
was cordoned off to help ease us into the first, false division,
the idea of a world
out there,
plotting against our desire for safety and
personal gratification until
we reconciled ourselves to fellow feeling
buttressed against the despair of primordial twilight

Seeking the truth of this moment in minor details
I roll a word around my mouth
like the squarish bitter cut end of a cheroot
Clint Eastwood bites down on
getting ready to draw against the rojo gang,
angular bodies of men
intertwined along a split-rail fence
like figures on an armature.
Outgunned, outmanned
in number and experience, draw first.
Written by Mark_Parsons (Mark Parsons)
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Author's Note
This was originally published in the Cafe Review, in 2015, and the original version can be found here
http://www.thecafereview.com/spy-came-appointment-summer-2015/
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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