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death and hoaxes

you paint me selective yellow
and try to fool me in your swamp
you bend me
in various ferns
flushed with agitation
because my hand comes off
when you glue it to your own–
scratching your head
like a flustered pigeon
i am camouflage
you tyrant-
playing in papaya whip
such a drab color,
but it works when you stalk me
in the graveyard-
if only we had been friends,
your mire and my crypt
we could play
like civilized (a)dolts

17 Feb 12

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