Groan
“Hey, ridiculous countenance
Please don’t bloom in front of us.”
Unembarrassed ghost of a…
Brassy mendacious chimera.
Lurid yellow and marooned,
On the costume of the spider.
The outhouse is her multi-verse,
The black hole her home.
I’m tightening the corners of,
The garish bonnet that bimbo wears.
She is the carnival and the suckling pig,
At the
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