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a rose by any other,
 1
hands so gentile
 2
crusted with diamond specks
 3
and smells of peacock extract;
 4
vanilla; the laughter of a newborn.
 5
 
 
a fucking flower rising against the shadow
 6
colossus of empire, of state, of mor ons.
 7
 
 
you can see his smirk from the backside
 8
of a dollar bill, he has pasted his
 9
over the wet cement of history.
 10
 
 
a rose, a daffodil, a fluke
 11
of postered dreams.
 12
 
 
he is pride, he is black on the inside
 13
and irons on the out,
 14
 
 
snide remarques on short jews
 15
and parking insects, bleaks
 16
at the sky and wishes it would sunrise
 17
out into eternity
 18
 
 
--isn't this lovely mary-k
 19
 
 
—no not really.
 20
 
 
silence and laughter,
 21
his concept of the world feting
 22
two opposing constructs
 23
pincing similitude
 24
to one.
 25
 
 
glancing at a sharpied on
 26
wrist-watch,
 27
and hair flowing like horses mane,
 28
pedals 7/8th
 29
 
 
riding his shiny red bike
 30
so casual
 31
 
 
fingers the cab
 32
ragman goes ouch on the brakes!
 33
 
 
lapels shimmer like dead presidents
 34
whom he fakes earnest to bury.
 35
 
 
now racing down the stairs
 36
bike all fleet and ghosting
 37
down a drain, a red traffic
 38
light, sent sepia, gone sea green.
 39
 
 
streets by the numbers
 40
cant recall his mothers,
 41
just a shimmy, miles of coat
 42
blisteringleather,
 43
pedestrians rinsed
 44
away.
 45
 
 
gets somewhere.
 46
comb out, flushed to perfection,
 47
a tilt of head, burrowing cool
 48
into a readily equipped reflection.  
 49
 
 
 
 
i guess the acne he spreads over
 50
civilisation will fade into oblivion,
 51
 
 
not before the prig cunt
 52
knifes it over toast,
 53
 
 
makes us watch him eat it.
 54

24 Jun 12

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it's like Dr. Seuss, rated R
i love jacked up words
 — mandolyn

The word prig is especially dear to my heart.

Nice poem, DL
 — PollyReg

I love the ending...Super angry and effective.
 — PollyReg

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