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Bugs (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

I don't mind so much when insects explode on my windshield. So colorful these small Picassos Thin green wings splay over a jealous yellow blur shimmery silver plays on a fluid blue signature. The way humans die is not so vivid. Slowly browning and wilting. Inside, a monochrome.

INTRANSIT 11-Jun-04/6:21 PM
Checks his pompadour.




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