Sunday, May 1, 2022

The Glamor

the spellbinding spectacle
celebrity circus war all
ring around the ashes
the fabricated frameworks
attuning our attention
pockets full of ashes
crisscross applesauce
culturing the posies 
incarcerate the rosies
pokey chokey roundhouse
we all fall down
at
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