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tuesday morning swanned in
with the gutsy grace
of a fatso ballerina
with popcorn lung

after sunday’s oh so
suspicious demise
maybe colonel mustard

was clueless too in cluedo
& mrs. white staged it all
with a crafty poem
then legged it for the sunshine
or got bored with board games

( ? )

as lizards bask in warm
summer something blizzards
let a second moon hatch

from the cracking shell
of the scrambled eggheads head
in a muddle’s up
peaches inside stones
fruitful be thy quarry

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…

the strangest of birds

a bunt out tealight

bite the stifled brightness

south of this north

when the west shakes

one lozenge at a time

as pop flattens

the cotton clouds growling

& her feathers rain down

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hayfever, hatstands

the golden horde or frogspawn

nor haley’s comet

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