Naughty Sky

We shall now attempt, meticulously, to convey
some sense of the unnervingly familiar way
the light appears today:

pearl-white translucence:
as if a giant wad of opalescence –
fresh-pumped ejaculation – male adolescence’

essence – from an enormous rude inordinately
messy teenaged god – had insubordinately
smeared the sky: all spread exorbitantly

everywhere: as if to vex –
if not facetiously perplex –
a shocked unwitting populace to think of sex

like bunnies in a bunny shop –
and all the other things that hop –
nonstop.

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