Ventriloquist by Richard King Perkins II

I am replete with suspension, but have no expression.

You’re greeted on a sloping cliffside with circuitry muted.

Pulleys have no words, but the thing I call a heart
keeps the most essential few.

I’m writing them here before your muscles fatigue
waiting for pistons that will never move.

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BIO: Richard King Perkins II is a state-sponsored advocate for residents in long-term care facilities. He lives in Crystal Lake, IL with his wife, Vickie and daughter, Sage. He is a three-time Pushcart nominee and a Best of the Net nominee. Writing for six years, his work has appeared in more than a thousand publications including The Louisiana Review, Bluestem, Emrys Journal, Sierra Nevada Review, Roanoke Review, The Red Cedar Review and The William and Mary Review. He has poems forthcoming in Hawai’i Review, Sugar House Review, Plainsongs, Free State Review and Texas Review.

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