I fall from the oyster tower in my pearl-rimmed frock. To mock the troglodytes with their Marlboro lights and drops of mead. The poet's omen is the storm forthcoming, oedipal in the birth rattle it's shrouded in. Those ogres, smiles bright with metaphor,… Read on blog or Reader Eunoia Review Read on blog or Reader We Left the Garden By perfectsublimemasters on July 11, 2024 I fall from the oyster tower in my pearl-rimmed frock. To mock the troglodytes with their Marlboro lights and drops of mead. The poet's omen is the storm forthcoming, oedipal in the birth rattle it's shrouded in. Those ogres, smiles bright with metaphor, suck caviar from the yawp between index and thumb. A sticky egg […] Continue reading Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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