Monday, May 1, 2017

Poem LXXV: Spargo for the May Queen

you may live with fuckos and asswipes
but today
you have been made magical
yours is the laurel crown

for the full glory of its term
until it wither and wilt
wear it
continually
even in its season of decay
when it is buzzing with flies

then fling it away
to be fought over
by fungoid inmates
as their peaceful demonstrations devolve
into chaos

that diadem is  unretrievable

but then your head will be free
from such
concerns








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