filled by Shawnacy Kiker

good god don’t put roses in a poem no lily daisy orchid bobble fist grotesque on barbed wire berated battleaxe of mall shop gas factory, you want beauty in a poem drop a Tesla coil a sprained wrist scraped page underpass tropospheric caper apron pocket uranium seed it with peanut butter, like a smooth miracle in its brown picnic thickness in its satin swim of oil in its ordinary plastic jar like any volt, held in the dim of an unsuspecting life or shelf waiting to do it

About the author:

Shawnacy Kiker is a full-fledged, if slightly reluctant, member of the human race. She self-published her first work of fiction, Donald Duck, Surprise! in her bedroom at the age of four. The work is currently out of print. Her poetry and prose has since been published by various kind people in books and around the web. She resides in sunny and overpopulated Southern California, and dreams of someday residing somewhere else.

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