Vaccinated Vine Street
Blowing up
On the thistledown tail
Dancing in grooves
Of Vulcans palm
Printed in a horses ear
Swimming in a fish's gills
Cleverly caught
To be spread on butterfly wings
Shouting, “I want the sun”
Til’ our buttress burned
In an atmospheric tumble
Down to a rotten oak stump
Swallowed by a spider
Who creeped into a castle
To spit me out
Onto a mousetrap of mirth
Finally freed
To be knighted
By the goddess of doom
Flicked on the rose garden
Hastily honored
From the tip of the royal thumb
Stomped under sauntered shoes
Of the blackfoot blues
So off I went
Only burgundy beside me
I believe I've had enough
Of this dime-store romance
On vaccinated vine street
Copyright © Nicholas Rush | Year Posted 2015
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