Tuesday, April 11, 2017

SYMPATHY FOR THE DEVIL

Because
he was never able
to sketch them—

and besides,
he'd always preferred
to pluck

them anyway—
to sever
the tether

of every last
immaculate wild-
flower in the garden;

then, he could
simply
methodically re-appropriate

all of their
dead little traces
of delicate mauvewhite fairness

in order
to slightly enhance
the net-exquisiteness

of a certain
fellow creature
he'd met recently

whom he
doubtless respected
and adored absolutely,

but whom—logic
would nevertheless
force him to conclude,

could basically always
use
a little boost.

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