her life has gone to the midgets
caught in the storm of aesthetic images
kept hidden from the public for thousands of years
she stumbles on the sacred garden rocks
shaped and colored like the young man's cock
shown to her during the feast of Dionysos
she was followed home
on her bare heels the purple gnome
held on wanting to discover secret passages
written overtime by she and her ancestors
you can not undo the works of evil hands with your mouth sewn shut
scorpions in your pants crawling inside you
to eat the residue swallowed on a whim
while in the company of fools
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