Saturday, May 27, 2017

Found from long ago: "V"

I worry for a disappearing sugar cube,
l'absinthe, green and slow, takes syrup through slotted spoon.
Anise, fennel, strong pulls
"Oh, the smell, enjoy the smell;
strong pulls
will do you well,
fervent, disfigured
the strong pulls" you implore.

I'm the Fear, an ice fountain
crystals who fall like dandruff
"dissolve, dissolve,
we all dissolve,"
accept a little too late.

A parting gift, the Czech
takes match to grit to me,
joy, fractured glucose.

I am no less than cloud spirits,
the man I am inside.
The power firm with the receiver

& you want to grow plants in air!

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