such subtle differences
adele is pregnant again, they say;
as a peacock has the devil's eyes.
there's a cyclops
atop every feather.
now a tornado.
aren't stars illuming,
immodest peepholes into
this spotty goddess kitchen?
or planets, that once held moons close,
polish dust-rings; and hypnotize mediums;
magnetize air, flying a portiere; with its
lacey fabric frozen, sometimes more than stone.
lighting a hall;
walls textured; distant
doorway; an absinthe soiree;
a demon coterie, shadow; & fish
nestle in the mud of those shallows.
she burps humans,
at her strapping shoulders,
naked & white. tests for your color blindness.
the weak chin is lipless; eggs; hell
riling through a night like wildfire. chest; chair;
face; waving arms; muscles group, move;
of wicker snakes.
on your feet,
stamp, wax, poetic; nobly seal
the black-coiffed jewish lobotomy.
Thanks for the contribution, Townee!