Mr. Anguish-through the window called Mateo 18July 2017

Abstracts, Bob, Poetry, Strange Dreams, Surrealism

An

alliance

of exotic

oils

lulls me

to heat:

waxy,

pointillist,

and

drooping.

She rises

from

an erotic

tableau

of moldy

old

pornography

and begs

the gleam

In my eye

for mercy.

Mateo 2017

Source: Mr. Anguish

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