chop a few crisp words
blend swirling juicy plosives
drink the images
...
you leave neither choice
nor existential ending
chickens without eggs
scylla bares her breast
charybdis beckons slyly
harder than it looks
canvas propped on wood
slurps rich reds and drinks the blues
brush slides double-time
sure I wish you well
you liver-lillied sucker
call me up some time
Laura D
Someone don't buy this woman a shovel, she's on a roll.
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