questions fade in moonlit restraints
Jupiter clouds infest the smoking spot
light, I am the jaded silver you keep in
the floorboards and you are the congeal-
ed infestation I twist in crystal games.
what is it like to own day and night? the
flick of the light bulb stains stoic records
no angel is supreme and I lick the Milky
Way with my sky wand. And it is good.
Hey all, Here is poem 18.Today I took some words and phrases from my old poems and remixed them to make a new poem. Then I decided to make the poem as square as I could. Was there a reason? I don't know, what do you think?
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