Homer dons a gown of feathers

Poor man him, is how his trek begins.
Luddite of the mouth and impregnable
poor man him. Mirrors upon mirrors abound.
Lady homunculus spoke to crowds drunk
on their harmony of watching sad old
poor man him drown coughing his words
out like a little Brooklyn drag queen,
poor man her, who trekked to fouler places
the crowd would have stomped on howling.


~ by Jeremy on June 4, 2012.

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