tho hollow
how low will you
use swoon
wounds soon news
new suitors stir bruised
drooling smooth humid spendthrift
midriff cropped craft
laughed lateral
spasm having hardy harps
part partly sharp
praise raising venture
grazing space
the skeletons stink
in the closet
so put them in the fridge
to bridge the rainbow
gap between
the past & the dead
reckoning of the past
last in line for
bombs not soup
no soup for your
dreadful synecdoche
these stale Ritz
your only sustenance
a diamond
of the mindwarp’s
pawn shop dollar
bills still
at the window waiting
for the sun to fall
& the lion to sleep
with the lamb
let there be lite
let there be zucchini pasta
& let it be a metaphor
for life
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