Color Me

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Upon a pale pink plastic bin,
the back of which befits
a banded silk castle for one
black spider; beautiful--
will bleach her later,
as to not hear the crunch.

I moon, an artful relief,
realizing my week, not new,
recycled like an old man's
tattered pants, twisting one out to Kant
before his heart cramps, limp dicked.

I do not listen to death,
because I find fun watching bodies
writhe, squirm, finally fluoresce.

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See the pale pink plastic bin?
in back is a home befitting
one black spider; beautiful--
I will bleach her later,
as to not hear the crunch.

I moon, an artful relief,
realizing my week, not new,
recycled like an old man's
tattered pants, twisting one out to Kant
before his heart cramps, limp dicked.

I will not listen to death,
but there is fun in watching them
writhe, squirm, finally fluoresce.


Color her cornered,
color him confused.
Color her barren,
color him bruised.