POEM: this beautiful monstrosity

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this beautiful monstrosity

it fell between the
cracks and grew there
into this beautiful
monstrosity

wandering swallows over the golvin

it lead him to the rough
sound of a drum
it Sunday punched him
with love

Mr. Rabbit doesn’t like tea and chocolate
or going in the dizzy machine
he’s still scarred from
the Sanberti Revolution

in the end, we are Caligula and Nero
and there are a lot of t-shirts
being sold in the revolution

13 July 2013
Auburn

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