by Geoffrey Detrani
The commissioner is a bruised liver
Stitching up toxins. His she
Soothes the great statist, tottering
On the divisor of a special city.
A “works project” in pantomime
in flowing affectation. A carousel doting
prettily: here we go again about death.
Vanish snow paints up her mouth like
February’s historical supply of ice.
Supple through its’ full spectrum dominion.
The quasi artillery feel of his organs
Bunched in their velvet peach suit
Foretells the big pornographic
Set piece to come.
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