The plum blossoms
The plum blossoms
Rear up in the wind gusts
Like spring stallions
Then when the wind calms
Like two naked bodies first familiarizing
In between
They walk the beach with
Seaweed hair
Distorted faces
It’s been a windy Spring so far
& it’s still Winter
Those infidel 4 seasons
Don’t apply here
Soon it will be the first ever Winter
& the crying clowns
Will descend from the clouds
Striking matches
& hitting cymbals
Like roses
Like brambles
Like the blue sky
Like the booze bus
Like nose pus
Like the museum
Like the corrugated iron fence
Instant joy
Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2024.
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