Offhand Context (Summer's Almost Plump)
Queer colors of a day near charitable.
I'm as forgiving as the economy allows,
starry eyed enough to plant flags where my
love lies.
Powder keg lungs, asphyxiate my bow,
buckle my knees for the late night show.
Tilt my crosshairs to May's alert populace,
boy whipped,
butler to bride's maids, never the banquet.
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