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Cusp of Silence
What is the world without Sticky Notes
pushing the envelope using a felt tip pen
dripping cider from the dark Fandango
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
weighing down the night's larder
hanging from the garter
in twilight's dark woven taffeta forgotten,
unhinged, down corridors of my mind
shodden by the straps clogging
and the old pig iron rusted rind
followed by a screaming omelet
wearing stilettos
in the shadow of the polygamous widow
and Mother Superior's whatnots
lifting the latch of the friar's gate
from the solstice lunar closet
pushing up the tits with a mache corset
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
pushing the envelope using a felt tip pen
dripping cider from the dark Fandango
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
weighing down the night's larder
hanging from the garter
in twilight's dark woven taffeta forgotten,
unhinged, down corridors of my mind
shodden by the straps clogging
and the old pig iron rusted rind
followed by a screaming omelet
wearing stilettos
in the shadow of the polygamous widow
and Mother Superior's whatnots
lifting the latch of the friar's gate
from the solstice lunar closet
pushing up the tits with a mache corset
on the cusp of silence to find the embryo
Published 22nd Jul 2023
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