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poetry maybe #23

He began as dishwasher the morning of the debutante ball

By the afternoon, the company made him an actor boarding house brunch with no lines

When the moon came afterwards , the arrival of sweet whales was the only thing the crowd had seen.

The horizontal purple shapes were vibrant orchards of Betty and Rudolph

Instead of a swamp for brooding homesick fans

chalk it up to the amusement of the piper

He led a generation into decadent expansion

They sold their heartbeat for flamboyant apocalypse of the morning dishwasher

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