24 lipca 2017
New Alphabet
Can your words find the color
and smell of a manslaughter
in an unholy stampede?
Head bowed, the handcuffed activism
walks on the street. Now pops
up the moon from forficated clouds.
A decoy was sitting on a tree
with a stunning gaze
to watch the lewd behavior ―
of a mirror engaged with a
self-portrait. Alphabetically
the breast milk spills ―
before you arrive without
mouth. A celebration
starts today for an unborn.
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AS
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wiesiek
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Toya
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ajw
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smokjerzy
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Belamonte/Senograsta
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