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Wednesday, July 30, 2014

poem || Jeff Harrison

Baron Richthofen

yowl, rave like a swing set, just Herod away
lilt about maple moats, tusks askew
a flower part named Baron Richthofen
si, one of many such-named flower parts
explosive letters, see?
as in, garment edge breaks in explosive letters
Baron Richthofen prizes marble smells
always in verse, or maybe valuable fur
in volcanic bursts of glamorous wraps
quick to learn dare-eyes for oily dimes, Baron
R, rot all that barbed old tedious design

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