Welp
bucket lazing from the cantankerous chain,
accept this runt as penance for my wishes.
Untitled Afternoon Poem
I married a church once, paraded about
on stilts with the father trumpeting
Deep Purple until the walls tumbled
into billows of salt, then flung the steeple
though my sternum - I nearly married a church,
but the steeple missed my heart, left me gaping,
heaving brimstone into my lungs.
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