You’re not the only one made uncomfortable
by these lens flares
twin pipes
that threaten, curl,
and shine.
They can wrench the wind out of a room.
Catch 5 quarters in mid-air. Each.
And when they sneeze
you turn away to miss a flash
against the back of that
prairie thunderstorm
cow skull.
Fear My Nostrils
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3 responses to “Fear My Nostrils”
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digging that last line like on the serious tip, yo!
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I think u need to rap this one, and pass it around for musical enhancement… I for one would like the chance to make the sound of a sneeze cum prairie thunderstorm (against?) a cow skull.
uh oh – one of us is not right about the spelling of the word for flat midwestern land… -
I like your spelling better….
-Cecil
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