THE BIG PINK🌸🌸🌸
..all your sorrows have been wasted on you
if you have not learned how to be wretched..
Seneca
who among you is not tired of wretched? what would
i be without my grief my cancer non-interruptus speak
my failures marriages quagmires of human stain stink
my pink? we don’t wear pink! my old mother was want
to shriek
so it was blues all the way gloaming hues of periwinkle
lilac-mauve cobalt almost descending back into cancer
cobalt-60 gamma-rays turn hulk-like tumours into dustmite
NO! WAIT YOU HAVE ALMOST ESCAPED
there are a mere 3 weeks when pink is BIG + fragrant later a
rotting pinkstink in local park but for now lush heavy blossoms
of every demeanour cling in fragile moments leading up to corruptus
so why not revel in what you still have time to be?
a washboard player like Chaz
oldest point guard in the wnba
alien abductee (can u be the same thing twice?)
raving extrovert (a fate worse than death)
uh oh here comes the Reap +a bird has just shat on me
but seriously the end of spring pink heralds the autumn winds
in between why not make something new of wretched? old sinew
black lung spirit sprung from 56 cm of yellow snow go ahead
GLOW GLISTEN RESIST
i may never go back to being death’s barker
fuckthereap!
..all who are
faithful
follow me..
(Mordecai 475 BCE The Book Of Esther Ape 2026 AD)
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Spring 2026 ..this is a happy poem..can you dig it?..
songanddancegirl 