Dead in end, a rock and frosty place in the windshield
from an overheard diatribe on a dim cellphone speaker
indicates bad things done in the past that might a yield
a blossom. Spring erupts now but be a sniffle wreaker:
Amorphophallus titanum, the corpse flower doth reek
fine carrion in the olfactory cobbles left for prim noses
driven quaint for erupts to wait. It's not blue next week
that you need to brush. It rock hard my landlord poses
his background checks of suspected felonies and mirth.
What did she do and when? No record actual known but
now dead ends split against the unwashed wrinkle girth,
her unbrushed tooths, a clawed toe noisily scraping put
completely innocent marking on money and aqua veneer.
I suddenly saw things begat long a gone go murder queer.
Saturday, April 19, 2014
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