Flying Hearse
I sent my verse into a flying hearse,
waved goodbye, with scented roses; forgot
her entirely; there was no doc or nurse
that could resurrect; she died a mugshot.
She was vile, beyond approach, not worthy.
Her cruel nuances and fingernail drag
across chalkboard, appalling; her gurney
rolled into the dusk; wearing a toe tag.
Hearse accompanied by buzzards, fat ones.
Hissing-lightning tires screeched on bleakest clouds.
Procession of words, joyful sunshine shuns.
Shovelfuls of primordial ooze, shrouds.
I sent my verse into a flying hearse,
waved goodbye, with scented roses; forgot
§ her entirely §
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