Carnology

by grimbeau

manifestival
pen shocking intensity
in the burning hand…
(short pause for cold tap water)
Now then where was i?
Blog said, it’s finished isn’t it?
I looked down trying
To think up a diversion
The carpet spat flames
My toes were afire
I have no carpet
(long pause for suffocation)
Oxygen flees in whimsy
The bees have not knees
manifestly

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