Day-old Fizz

The day does not exist.
The ties that neck are ill-suited
for lives that lie and dodge the light.

Pale kings look back on their jesters
and imagine a funnier oeuvre.

Skinny monarchs still get from
Canada to Mexico, severe storms
and all. Start where you've begun
and you'll ring what you rang
from the corner of one eye
where happiness hides. 

Disassociations and vagueness
reveal all that there is
while contradictions and plagues
revel in lost fizz.

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