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More than forty opulent guardsstand poised for action.
Less than twenty fleeted terms
when ministry suspended
frivolous phantom lords
in a cucumber darkness.
Up,
and Over,
Down,
and Sideways
spilling fabricated candy
onto minature targets.
Mittens calmly knit
hang delicately from
a khaki choirboy suit.
Shaking perfection
comes after the shock.
He is alterable
(only branded for brands)
He is pressure cooked
sheer lust, dipped
in All-American dust.
Green residue collects
in spider web corners.
Last year's newspaper
lies, as this morning's
bargain-bin judgement
is judged by many clowns
juggling along ragged tissue paper.
Moodrings determine autumn snow flakes,
clippings from his beard
mend bathroom menacing.
Toilets were capable of capacity.
Extasy was primarily for dancing.
For centuries he believed
in tests taken by doctors,
earned points for astrology, and wept
when his God ran away
with a silicone princess.
She had aerosol wings
proportioned to her vagina
and a cool, wet kiss
with breath that pushed
all civilization to the bottom.
Poetry by Danielle
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Written on 2005-06-07 at 18:47
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