Barbarous orchid blooming in my kidney
you are my moral roll-over to which
external maintenance becomes only political
esp. in light of this pain
this ranch grass infused with terrorist dreams,
the women in tears, strong and clever
dying for recognizance and butter.
I inhabit a dream of bile, where every tube
is constricting around my stone
I admire this. Now if only my urethra
would burst into blossom.
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