My Fell Oration
knit dat creamy stuff, Marine!
knit it wit' all the good-going forced-going shooting she'd stand:
"part grotesque is longer of more now" - Marcus Aurelius Antoninus
here were children sealed in their lighthearted gait too eternal
O in that pale corner their motto listened rightly
nightly unhooked possessiveness dry-futile in her apartment plums
movies trembling like they was treats speculative-crisp & lock-boxed
like they was ripe to pluck my fell oration like it was a sleeve
in the FUTURE they'll return, celluloid cheeks dragged with padlocks!
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