A Tulip

by Vincent J. Sparrow

"Excuse me. . . . A charming villa, anyhow. And a beautiful afternoon. I was just taking a walk. An uphill climb!"

SCHITTERZ: make Thing
Dom car The Thing
In the nightshade
tree-lit skylark
litter.

The heavens.

Are covered in
blood. Verily,
a tincture. Post-
haste dripeth. Tea-

time at the masquerade.
Fortitude befalls us.

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Twentynine strong
in the halo
of this vicinity.

Smile. A word. Pardon
me, but your exegesis:
all of the seashells
to my ear. Cringe
and say words

like "anthropomorphize"
then wring out the
remainders. Anthropomorphize
what is applicable.

The granite

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bureaucratic globules
of disalienation in

your speech-act.
Everywhere.

The searing

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You love everything
about the gestures.

What envelopes your skin
is no longer alienated
because of your approval.

You are the invisibility
rendering every aesthetic

visible.

Your
Name

Is

John
Connor

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