The monopoly magician stands
in the tiger lily field, wields
ultraviolet and pushes
pollen to Sunday
I pluck a black rose, volts
course through my quartz
heart. Atop the watchtower
the valporate jelly fools
the magician’s logic.
A language wave
a lux worship
a burning spring
absolute gold
sunset me and the magician
fall away.
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Here is poem 29, another search poem. I can't believe this month is almost over. I've written some good poems and not so good poems. But at least I wrote poems.
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