Short Spoilage Poems

A young woman, her form
still bearing a mirage of beauty.
In her detail she decays
closer still, a beauty returns
as a micro-delicacy.
Her charm dips in and out
like a swan through the bodies spoilage.
Da Vinci and his artist acolytes,
those red-handed anatomists,
all owe her rent.
The swan should be redrawn,
blood-money paid
with those same blunt tools
they broke into her with....

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The route seems to elongate the race
character speaks loudest, to score the brace
limited ideas combine, there is a Logan berry
too young an opportunity, not really hairy
indoor is not nice, better a Lido
this will be retracted when there’s a tornado
a situation to cause a semi cheer,
this limited space will accommodate a lawn chair
the one who snubs and expects a spillage
uses his own arms to embrace spoilage....

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