Busy day at work, followed by a serious writing session. If the product is serius or not is (naturally) in the mind of the beholder.
Eye Level
atop your high horse,
dress donated from the
Emperor's tailor?
Myself, I like the
muck down here,
crouching down by
the dumpster to light
up out of the wind.
Swift penguin back
into the deck, drawn
next to hanged man
and ten swords, my
cup overfloweth, I'm
not preoccupied with
lexicons so much as
thesaurus, omnipotent
flush of hearts, lines
next to buttercups
pressed untouched.
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