The Green Patch

Dissected, malnourished hypotheticals,
Balled up. Beaten, bruised memberships;
An Oxford comma; and a gloating
Batch of marmalade.

The trickery in descent
Lies mainly in the plain,
And your eyes are like
A sweaty wrestler.

Dampened functions
Periodically amass
The ocean’s Beauty
As sea foam green
Becomes the gray
I’ve always wanted
To call my own.

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