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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: August 19, 2018

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Submitted: August 19, 2018




By Marissa Monk


The streets are littered with it’s finest slime

A lagoon occupied by high-class toads awaiting their payment princesses

We swig our booze brew of effervescent ooze goo

And walk as if luxury has every crossed our paths

With Monday morning scratching at our heels

We move through the thick ultraviolet stench of sweat, puke and melancholia

When we speak, it’s in screeches coated with eloquence in the hope that God hear our prayers as axioms

We leave but a penumbra on those we have met as the moon begins its descent

We stumble onward to the image of sonorous warmth

As we stitch together the messy memories we can muster

One last “too-di-loo” to the obstreperous lagoon

Another raunchy evening of delight and disorder

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