where apricots shine
under the skinny-flipped crust of angelus-stink
hopelessly falling
embezzled the sun
crustaceous, rapacious, colditz unbound
in the bedsores of night
in the carpet of dreams
golden-thighed and solemnly gasping
better grasped than tumbled
and finish the teat-weather
gumption leads to bliss
Merl Fluin
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