On Writing

Poem 260 – The Colour Green

The Colour Green ( for Jett)

a witch’s face – smiling
vomit violently releasing infection
algae attached to plastic lining

her pupils in the morning

Peas. All. The. Peas. Rolled on tongues
popped between enamel

mantis praying on the railing reeling at cicada

jogging pants with puffed out knee graves – stained

the sky in nap dreams

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