all thimbles and thumbs
this decor more eclectic than a chair.
who are these masked marauders
in their silicon salt of tardiness
riding three-abreast with the cabin crew of faun?
it was the swarm of eyes that told
no season ever lived and loved
nor did it ever crank the tulips hive.
it was the sour grass of mongrels
barking three feet taller
than a ukelele's chords of heaven's breast.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 17th, 2024 10:05
- Category: Unclassified
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