Ménage-à-quatre

A large translucent yellow sentience

and two hovering amenities
arrived, spent, from a netherworld today –

oh, there are more than one, and some

demand a surfeit of essence which,
exacted from the center of you,
can quite do you in – and, in the case
of these exhausted escapees, quite did.

That fat thing sat there like a quid pro quo

for which there wasn’t any answer.
The others glanced above, below
and to and fro and, as was usual
for them, awaited yet a new inevitable fate.

We made a great

ménage-à-quatre.
Unforeseen blind date.









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