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like the yellow elbow of zeus

Posted to Action Poetry

ask me about my flower
45,000 years old
in bad taste
blank-frozen in time
like the yellow elbow of zeus
pressed firmly in between
the deepest of doubt
and the flat opinions
of rude music blues
i know them
they didn't know
and it's all the same to me
holding my flower
in a haze of dust
& myopia, here
in the fragmented halo
of a casual puff
of it's-too-pure

(sal is sometimes