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A frog staring ahead though blades of grass

one frog one scorpion

By Keith Burton i was stretching my legs on the littoralgiving names to the shapes of the cloudsthat swam across the lake’s reflectionwhen trouble came crawling on eight legs. help me across he asked with a period. i knew better; i had an owl’s acuity.no can do, i know you…

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Wanderlust

by Mitch Green Single, unattended – a body performs play. Inanimate, transient – lukewarm energy. Created, she’s careless – a vicarious peripheral. Tasteless, invasive – illusive principal. Serial, worshipped – doomsday Dillinger. Atmospheric, apparition – amble listener. Arsonist, artist – provocative division. Dainty, dependent – terrestrial human. Soiled, disheveled –…

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Bed Banger

by Mitch Green She’s a bed banger bent bad. A naughty navigation mapped out in a maze, made to blackout the shapes in our minds. she’s a complex, gravitational God magnet disarming the dark of air. A Dyson sphere soaking up our sections less scattered, for our salvations most shattered….

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Xiaofan Luo

Volumes

by Mitch Green She stood still – in broken fragments of bleeding glass, Washed into palms of home-grown flesh; Psychopathic, necromantic, romantic – lost in mass. Meddling meaning, mingles with mad hands; Clapping in rhythmic, rhyming pace. In dreamscapes you thrive – Real. Mold – casted to hold. So close…

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