The Nacreous Oughts

23 August 2004

What the Hades...


Viceroy, your suicide doors bring
cloudy dread to the pilgrim mirror.
A furry taco swerves the choir
wisteria-ward. Grooves of green icing
lead, pitch, harangue Iwo Jima
into viceroy where viceroy is jade
and where it is not.

K. S.

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