Saturday, June 26, 2021

Song 06/26/2021

Early Bird

Flopping across the city atop a giant flapjack.
Might as well be a lilly pad - I don't eat traversing
peaks such as these. 
Fur coating the lilly thickens. 
My skin leaks, pore clouds wafting past the last lit
windows. A stray peep
sends marmot pad caterwauling through foggy streets 
until my innards erupt pratfalls and grease. This
city's best days 
are saved for the folks who get trapped here. 


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