The sulfur flamingo took the day off,leaving her best powder pink caked
down the spine of a grizzled God of
the Fender bending booze drizzle suitcase
who was left with struggling to mop up
all of the fleshy Moorish blend of
Stones and Zeppelin that could tongue
the African road in a genuine
attempt to steady an impatient
cascade of melting linoleum lips.
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