fallen way back,
legs went lean
oscar fed mayer.
bless the pope
to bless the meat.
no colors–
look,
you still leak.
your filler is gone;
and all the lies crease.
no color fixes dull.
watercolor – fool.
no color
means
I see.
in black or white,
you’re still deteriorating–
like your flaccid dagger
couldn’t even top a name–tag smile.
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Author:
Yael Olalde-Garcia (
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Comments1
Modernistic, fragmentational I would call it and a bit surreal. Nicely worded and quite clever. Well done as well as raw
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