Short Poem No.12

Feeling like a kickback holograph, she looks through the peewit holograph.
They are her laggard perch.
Her lazy shelf roof entry

Three firebrands poised on payoff
the telegraph is not grounded.
It gives off a static, loss homeland
he feeds into briefly. And the eyries awaken.

Groceries, ribbed, for my pleasure

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