Stick a knife in the dawn.
Twist the peonies
into puppets.
Put the goldfish on
the counter and feed
it cereal.
Mice cast shadows as
big as elephants on
the yellow walls of
my heart.
Dance a slow waltz with
the philodendron.
Dig up
Motzart
Bach, and
Wagner.
Make a chocolate cake.
Read me, TS Eliot, and
sing old hymns.
Fuck everything.
Mom and Dad have died.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 16th, 2025 09:37
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