Doyen Lingua - Fly on wall...

Thought peculiar that
brother's smear
(which smelled like him
but did not move,
I've never seen this way before)
does make nutritious snack.

The Leviathan rests, a tentacle raised.
His blender movements
like a rogue copter
did not close to me smack.
O contentment,
found me at the lights,
and stole me like poetry.
This unlucky midnight summer.

Marked for death am I,
by the Hitler in the Hawaiian shirt.
So deceptively patterned like azaleas,
and a fragrance like summer de l'eau.
Thought I safe as he left-and-right-lefted.
And I moved occasionally
to show my approval of the dance.

The horror of a monochrome square,
traveling at warp speed.
is magnified three thousand
times
when you have three thousand
eyes
Crush and.
All I can move is a wing.

Doyen Lingua

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