Mitch Green

Arson Doves

Perplexed to prolapse the bargain of beast.
Haven coerced by gloom of grey spit.
Shadow the sheen veins of aroma to frighten.

The damsel underneath cold coal shivers.
qualm the gills of goading heresy.
Be it a boy to wander the passage of the passenger.

Anatomical wonder.
Bed wetting worry.
Just as the anthill billows; the
lips of love swallows.

Jab beauty hideously to
unravel diamonds.
and give birth to dead doves
in arson fields.

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