Midnight Apostrophes

Mud water,
The crocodiles’ cursed

We three flee.

Into the houses of our ancestors,
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum.

My own forensic future,
Unveiled for the choir,
Existences for hire,
The seemingly endless dream
Where one could be seen
Swimming through the air.

Hypocritical point of view.

Your buttocks,
Thickened, depreciated
Minted with relevance
To Sunday school.

An endless perforation
Of a detestable
Sown in sand.


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