POETIC TAROCK

XXII

Lynx ascending

I wrote. a book. once. of poems .yu .si

Beating van Gogh! Well, I somehow sold 3.

Gave away 47. So, Nobel to me!

50 shades Clark and just 49 Grey.*

 All of the characters I'm meant to play,

which one is me? Through the night, through the day,

guided by spirit, I choose my own way.

No more dark forces for me to obey.

That jinn, so elusive, once hunter, now prey.

You shall not pass out! And we shall not divide!

Nevermore pranks as I trap you inside!

No more possessions, my evil 3^rd twin!

Last of our sessions, it shall wipe the grin

off your face. It is called: Spin the jinn, seal the gin!

»Twisting the words of a nasty mean jinn

makes him feel deflated and he starts to spin.

Imagine a bottle of gin. Sucks him in.

Imagine a cork. Seal the bottle. You win!

Expect him to moan and groan, beg and then swear.

Do not let him out! It is your cross to bear.«

Al told me that in a dream. »You take care!«

Sevenstar, thank you. Such sweet little jinx!

Worked like a charm. In my next dream, a sphinx:

»Hierophant rising. His signature: Lynx.«

I'm done with resentment. And feelings of blame.

No anger inside me. Nor do I feel shame.

Spinning the bottle keeps my fears at bay.

Foursome of verses for me to convey.

»Summertime girl, just a couple of things.

I am Lyuto no more. I will go on as Lynx.

That troublesome fella I know you shan't miss.

And, in conclusion, I blow you a (shh!) kiss.«

* Multiplynx

Matjaž Lutarič - Lynx