Deathbed of Realism

Superchum iron rats
on grapes and postcards

Sometimes,
my oral china virgin, I read
in the dark haunted house

I could aim, but not now
dusty and
preoccupied with my childhood

Published by pedalpoet

Poet, writer, and songwriter living in Seattle, WA View more posts

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