Paring Peels

Disregard the disarray

and army marches far away 

to matchsticks lit with feeble minds

the matrimony left behind

and enveloping photos gaze

into the sightless feather braves

who whoop against the swirling sins

the wind the winds the flowing gin

and reeking stenches rape before

the Easter bunny finds a whore

hidden eggs 

are painted dull

til shells are cracked

like chipping skulls

and bleeding tongues are bitten much

too often for the subtle bunch

and swallowed words form blobs of air

waves of nausea 

twist ensnare

and vomiting back up the spies

with blood and shit and severed lives

stitching closed wounds up with lies

and lacing arsenic with flies

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