NAFF 4

Kev Patel

Pigs on troughs with golden snouts
Nose rings of sugar and glass
Puppet master syringes drip with
Ruby red consciousness
“How I love to hear the jaybirds sing!”
my bathtub of memories combusts
as the butler feeds me shards of yesterday’s misery
“How I love to watch the willows weep.”
Fixtures of peppermint time
On platters of bronze beanie weenies
Impaled on eight food roaring toothpicks
“Brother, can you spare a dime?”

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