Stranger Roses~
Open mouths, oubilettes , stranger than roses fallWith your streetcar visions, cross word revisions
Call your lover Marlon, O'Henry, Melville
Moby maybe, harpoon hunter in a midnight garden
Parting ways, parting waves, passing days, she stays
In places, a formation of faces lace themselves into two
Graces without formal dinner ties,
The Heart is Lonely, the Hunter tries and tries to find
The succulent, secreted inner freshly bleeding mark
The nourishing foaming loamy dark kiss where after all
Open mouths, oubilettes, stranger than roses fall~
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2017-01-01 at 05:41
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