zafusy

Attempting to fill its silos with French kisses,
the tongue and groove couple finishes a home
for a four-legged animal costume.
The chimera grows corn, kids, old, but leave

each fallow. The compasses for discoveries
of unclaimed hands and the dumbbells rust
in worlds without inventions,
compassion. Frozen in the arctic of the day

they met, a hole mate drags a body upon
its death. The cul-de-sac rejects
the compromise but leaves behind
hints to the tongue-in-cheek puzzle.

Rich Murphy

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