Charcoal Motorcade Profile

With coffee cups
And three coats
Of lawyers she waved

Not like
A queen but a
Soup blown
And We

Watched from
Left side for terror
On right while

She tore the
Legs from spun
Sugar spiders

Until contrails flooded our
Ways and banks no
Longer held the

Slips we’d slide
Bearing her picture &

Winking eye

◄ black harsh blue

The End, Again ►


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