this is not my favorite sad story
forget-me-nots and grey lilies
all of the flat fields are waiting now
and look for a ziggy stardust bow
i get angry at poetic canopic jars
overflowing with lost pomegranates
when we tried to lick the clouds
all of the clowns are empty now
and a black embryonic unicorn bows
i’ve always been a quiet place
i’ve been crushing in the glorious mud
i think you may have been as well
behind your spangled microphone
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dedicated to @barbaranestor2 ( @barbaranestor )













