The mortician’s revenge — RamJet Poetry

Originally posted on HJD writes: rare bird he calls me walking swarm, lukewarm disaster. I put the tip of my pen to the page and nail him to the wall like a flying squirrel caught in a jump next day, he buries me carefully in his garden I eat dirt and laugh, making a home…

via The mortician’s revenge — RamJet Poetry

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