Friday, May 1, 2020

View from the Hills

A rainbow stretches from the sun.
Brushing the horizon with shades of orange,
On the edges of a crescent moon,
Among the goblins dressed like elves.

Only the worst junk gets collected here,
At the princess's tea party, we serve the trolls.
But nay! This is only a movie set of an 80's science flick. No fear.
Everyone is hunting easter eggs that went down a rabbit hole.

Peaches that were pink and blue,
Had poison for the rotten parts of our souls.
We knick and bleed, drop by drop into the tree
Killing it to make it again. There is no pain. Only ecstatic howls.

They breed with the fungi,
They scrape their asses clean with bellflowers.
Rummy nights on the beaches or the hills,
They are well known across the land simply as morons.



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