Barr-belle Rising      

                                aghast she was,

                                                at the sea of smells

                                         so a grim grunt shunt

                               pushed them out of her way

& she screwed slowly into the floor

                                 w/ an industrial pirouette

              ((Fuck, she luk’d rrrrreal purty tha’ night))

she was adorned not with wings but a back

           tattoo of a thing that in the slender light

 could’ve been mistaken for a bed o’ nails

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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an exclamation makes no point like a question leaves no mark

     and a comma doesn’t tell me where to breathe

                but as she rose from the cellar

        I knew this was a final full stop

                  as I’d fallen for the one and only Barr-belle

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