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Bellows and Artifacts
Tasting the hominy of death's breath
in a casket of spicy firth insomniac
and cold naked bellows of swollen fellows
giving me the stink eye
asking, "Mother, May!"
as ravens wait until darkness drools
giving me the redeye, puddin', and pie
sopping gruel from my decaying biscuits
backed up to the hearse
putting the gorse before the chorus
in a casket of spicy firth insomniac
and cold naked bellows of swollen fellows
giving me the stink eye
asking, "Mother, May!"
as ravens wait until darkness drools
giving me the redeye, puddin', and pie
sopping gruel from my decaying biscuits
backed up to the hearse
putting the gorse before the chorus
Published 31st Jan 2023
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