from transparent shadows at the rim of the virtual (manuscript in progress)

The Dutiful Son
special thanks Joel Oppenheimer

tweedle de dum dum
this is a sliding pond sonnet
I should be hung but instead I’m horny
and doing research on celery
if you were a plum tree
if you were a peach tree


(to be continued)

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