Best Paled Poems

Our breath is paled by the October moon—
I'm miming prints with her glance on glass;
But by window magic, don't we all swoon
To this season's world so barred and so blast.
I'm cloudy like the clouds, behind her pain—
Her light— end of trees' blush— leaves cast
Down, fall...

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Bleached
Melon
From a vine
Growing upon earth
Individuality owned
Upon conception of lurid pulchritude fashion
Designed scarcity subsequent to generations of procreation in essence




written with a picture of a white pumpkin in my mind....

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