Spectacular Entertainments
Sitting so little is so. this little
would-be bride in a kind of cellophane
black candy dress like misery reaching
it’s hand tearing fine garments of feelings
I am becoming millions of broken shards of
eyes that find me ~ so disgusting!
blue windows and pink rooftops, dirt,
sunrises, sewage ditches and the petals of
picked dying flowers upon my refrigerator
: my eyes still blind from prehistoric light
while the screams and moans of assaulting life
rant through Gotham!
:: – ::
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