Celebration
Symposiums of succulents
Reach up self constructed walls
As screaming saxophones
Drip gestures
Of turbulence
On half created embryos
Dancing suggestively at dia de los muertos celebrations
Urines torrid acidic stench
Lines the gutters of unresolved fears
While a young boy
Jumps in terror
As screaming bells
Rip him from wet dreams of a non-orgasmic nature.
©
Alexx Thompson
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