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a poet in the city (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub
I heard God's wife
panting
beneath the winter
weeds.
But I couldn't see a thing.
And some Flower,
I could smell her I'm sure it was her
that exotic purple scent.
and a Lizard King eyeballed me as he waved
his arms erratically, trying to sort
out his multiple personality
disorder.
Further down,
A Cranky Gentleman mumbled something about
cigarettes and the moon
and the proper way to drown.
But nobody saw me,
So I walked on into the city.
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