venus
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Oh, planets
Oh dear planets,
I wonder sometimes,
how does Mercury manage
to have icy shadowed craters
with the Sun's warm embrace?
And I deliberately ponder,
let me tell you the story of venus of the swamp.
how she emerged
fully formed
from the pond scum;
her hair thick with algae
You can see the very skies in her eyes
She's an angel floating down the runway
Adorned in roses and turtle doves
Behold the fashion of her love
Alarm rings;
It’s time to wake up.
I view myself in the mirror.
Why can’t I look better?
My head is a war zone.
Venus,
From the salt and the spray,
She of great beauty emerged from the sea.
She looked upon the beauty and plenty of the earth.
Grass, green and lush.
Trees, fruitful and sweet.
She smiled,
Cupid is dead
And Venus is fallen
They've run out of lovers
And suitors to call them
They've left you poor souls
To be lonely instead
For Venus is fallen
And Cupid is dead
I found my long lost twin in France. Hanging in an art museum.
She is pale with long curly red hair. Like me.
She is a goddess, born out of a shell from the sea.
Not like me.
“He is an animal!”
Venus screamed
in such an incredible,
yet childish way,
that the ellipses of the other gods
were reduced to hear her prattle.
“His FACE-
venus has been moving south each day
on her rise above the trees,
but soon she will stop, and turn,
and retrace her steps,
and move north again,
and tell the bare branches
to get dressed up again,
