I a brogue, I a
Motif
Mirrors
Votive
Candles
And you, you are
Grammatically
Correct
Cracks me up.
Katydid lungs
Keep measure
Metastasizing
Thousands of flowers
Till marigolds
Taxonomically
Belong
To collar-bones.
I a logarithm, I
An emaciated
Saturation
Summering
In the vasts
Spanning
Twixt minus
Seven and
Sixty degrees
Where marrow-numbing
Blizzardbows are brighter
Than the insides of candystripe beets.
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