Swagazine #4

Don't ask me    by Lawrence Norton

 [Image by Dee Dreslough]
girls run along the avenues
juggling hindrances like spoiled eggs
cracking each against the rental car
green and mossy
like water eyes tears and gratitude
first to last born rabbit eared vase
written solely to shock the socks
into the river veins
shooting forth onto
black panther gaze frozen
in a thousand lovers embrace
fallen angels crossed at the hip salute
the one who watches operas heave
onto the blessed canvas
shot into the bin behind
by heavy gutted gremlins
grieving over youth's narrow
serpent faces.


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