Novembers Infernal Monologue.1
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Soon the chill of the dyed dose4
of ink; and the cunning trickery5
be at it's brink in spirit,6
spoken about on open mikes,7
spoken about around camp fires,8
speaking of Scorpio nights,9
Birth marks of Pantheism,10
Labyrinth of logo,11
Light as the lustre of12
fading silence13
Might be braiding the chance,14
of fuzzy fancy co-ordinated,15
Golly Wog, as indeed the poppy.16
Or the November silence,17
Taboo titillation ;18
Class room disturbance,19
Loom of Africa,20
like cotton poppies,21
Back fires and render's guilt,22
For if not war then why wilt,23
Torture of creasing poppies,24
Horticultural invisible bruise,25
Blatantly stitched to the 26
Multi cultural collar,27
Sold to the dollar,28
Trusting god to crease up,29
Another crispy note.30
Author notes
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