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Yakkity Yak
In the cold intimacy of dawning twilight
gift wrapped in a bound gunny sack
with remnants of shadows on my grave
gnawing at obscenity echoing lament
of my macabre dreams haunting the ink
as the architect of my metamorphosis
fading into the tapestry's labyrinth
peeling my flesh in the coffin's womb
dripping a decadent salted martini
listening to the worms, "Yakkity Yak,"
in the cold intimacy of dawning twilight
gift wrapped in a bound gunny sack
with remnants of shadows on my grave
gnawing at obscenity echoing lament
of my macabre dreams haunting the ink
as the architect of my metamorphosis
fading into the tapestry's labyrinth
peeling my flesh in the coffin's womb
dripping a decadent salted martini
listening to the worms, "Yakkity Yak,"
in the cold intimacy of dawning twilight
Published 5th Jan 2025
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