to get it out of the door without its branches whacking
20 tchtochkes from near shelves
i gave it a haircut, some Branch Management,
each chopped limb pungent, still new with goo inside,
still holding its sexy forest appeal,
aromatherapeeping out
the paper bag stuffed
wtih severed limbs...
Oh Mangled Corpse, you smell.
Smell in a good, green, forgive us our sins sort of way....
No comments:
Post a Comment