basket weave basket weave
the cats inside the caster's grieve
the lickle lights upon the dancer's sleeve
limber wil-o-wisps kilowatt danders bleed
and all the local yokels yell ciao bella!
waist deep in the cranberry bog
feet tickled by ancient wood cabinets
and scalps perhaps of paternal heritage
long mummified
o whither to turn our withering hearts?
the skip a beat and launch a fleet
helen-esque of troy not keller
neither beowulf nor old yeller
clandestinely uncharted like
virginal deltas puring forth
rivers of unadulterated pangaeaic purity
woe to the ox bows of disgruntled hypocrisy
and approach of middle-aged lies
woe to the silt and sediment of entropy
impossible to dislodge as funnel cake
from the glutton's mandibles
and so disband this disarray
and lump yourself into the clay mountain
into this face
eventually,
even the stars will set
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