A Little Poem
I wrote a little poem. I hope you offend it.
Plastic spoons, elated, shaking on the edge of thirst
Sparkly fear singing in the wit of the landfill
Grassy Knolls of wan desperation, mesas of bemused boredom
I'd wield with arrogance, but I've lost all hunger
Shiny, curt, I arrest and copulate my stamina,
But an ice age of contempt brandishes all
I manipulate. I thrash. I smile.
The kaleidoscopic magazines of yearning blow my dreams
All is lustrous.
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