pandering to themselves
in front of luna park mirrors
holding onto their pompous universe
until it bursts.
Harsh view Karl,
poor plastic, plaster animals/ paper weighted poets/ waiting to be collateral/ from drone, F16 or apache/ reaching down through/ video gunsights/ from a safe distance/ of self imposed isolation
Just realised, Mike, I never told you how much I liked your poor plastic plaster poets poem… waiting to be collateral from drone… that was prophetic… you realise you wrote that a week or so before the attacks, do you? Just saying…
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