Poetry's Bloody Murder
tiptoe through a sky of dying lilacs daisy chain reactors
try real hard not to offend anyone
please don’t jerk my alphabet out of your swoon soup
my occasional tongue likes to swoop down
and scoop tender mutinies... into my
green slimy spoon - quick turn disquised saliva into
churn burnt backwards words
Copyright © Michael Amitin | Year Posted 2015
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