a semiquaver

coffeehouse breakups
hope lost in each petulant stir
a horse runs on fire
past the mind’s montage film
“the disintegrated reign of the hallmark queen”
a cothurnal of the smiling goose
(who tells tall tales each mild monday eve,)
‘mongst the summer’s dawdling dusk
and budding-up bundles of rose petals lost,
(of buttermilk lush).
these eyes glowering as skies glow low
mundanely murmurs all this warbling woe,
stricken sudden,
a gasp
as sprinklers spout
shattered and broken as this bitten lip
fallen as the dandelion’s spores
where tangerine skies await the woken
scatter the scarper’s borrowed pearls
(tarnished as the wearer)
dainty asperity paints a sliced scene,
this a mawkish canard recounted
(such a silly song to be sung)
redundant spondees splattered
quibble o’er lyrics lauded by loons
just bread and bullfights and bed-ridden troglodytes
a semiquaver later forgotten

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