when i woke up inside this sphere
i knew
without a doubt
that i would be the bursting colour --
no issues dealt the handsome man were
pined upon
my furrowed brow
and hissing serpants stuck enough venom in my blood --
a swaying elm on 25th and the whirling blue monkeyshoes,
in a canal on the dutch enigma swilling
van gogh from a flask -- it was a holiday when Margaret
swam the channel in the nude -- the holiday, of learn'd
saint's, of sacrifice, of tolerance's phantom virtue --
remember?
through a veil of lace a stifled giggle,
it twas the skin of thigh bared that has doomed this
world. --
when i woke up inside this sphere i saw the
network of lizard men -
i knew right then, that over time,
their folly would lead to my demise --
it pains me that they do not understand.
a tree in the wind shedding yellow and red
leaves as the sun sets... -- those
flying monkey shoes alight -- calm the rancid moon tonight.
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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