Thursday, March 16, 2017

A Reverie of Horror

A Reverie of Horror

He finds the hallway leading
to death's wrinkled Greta Garbo legs.

Children standing by their mother's broken mirror
have their own boleros to remember.

Spiders weave the stench
of his sour jungle, a vile outbreak
of colloquial monsters.

My father sings a duo
with my father.

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