The Onlooker
...Why do you look upon me with reproach,
two-eyed fried eggs? I swear, only hunger
and hopelessness have led me to encroach
into the kitchen. The quite pushy monger,
who sold me a used cornucop...
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Categories:
oversalted, loneliness,
Form: Rhyme
Thoughts Unheard Of
...That sickeningly sweet aroma...
Like the begining of a fruits unraveling
Snaking out like a smokey escence
From black and blue dyed fire
That ripples down in uneasy overheated waves.....
The dul...
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Categories:
oversalted, confusion, hope, loveblue,
Form: I do not know?