Poem -

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this winter has been a hot 
Mesopotamian kettle 
of golden egrets
snorting coke off the cankle 
of a Fat Lie
masquerading as false dawn, confessing-
to a litany of All Tomorrows. 
this spring in my step
stems from a ludicrous root.
as all adventures do… this one
is keen to obliterate the obvious
with a tsunami of esoterica.
like tinsel on a snowflake
in your eye.

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Icarus Flocke

your works are some of the most brilliant i've read.
on here, or anywhere else for that matter.

this is genius.