One Of
noxious buffoonery
and crimson dandelions....
why
couldn't I just say 'red'.......red...red....red....
it's a fine color....for a fox or a crane's bill....
a trampoline...a cumberbund.... a penny whistle......an excuse....
trotted out like some swabbed decade..or an incensed floor-buffer....
circular and adamant.............
poem by that's how I intended to ... delilah contrapunctal
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