Five-Pence Monologue
Poppies whirl in my head
Lears howl like a bad romance
Absent Moor in opium they swim
Green Iagos fall in smelly beds
Odours of blood react at politicians’ words
Brothers grovel for success between the worms
The years of a strong ecstasy haunts us
A passion of Pluto has gone above us
No lover stays angelic
Hell reigns all bodies
Buttered flowers are psychedelic
Abrasive and snide movements marry our toys
poem by Evita Velvet
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