the only thing you need to know is
a citizenry of oblong chemical rosebuds
unhinges in chasms of disaster
as manifest emptiness dwells
within them where whirlpool clowns
in burnt criticism gape untroubled
at all trivial sinister things
we conjure exacto charcoal blooms
bringing forth a false carbon destiny
a million furrows carved into truth
and forever dull faceguard catastrophes
are held fast by pink yard flamingos
outside the realms of significance
now I see contour chicken flowers
string barnyard shaped glories in
vain
above the silent, sleeping coliseum
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