Poetry

Bouquet

The devil is obsequious
in his garden

A green thumb for
black blooming
uncertainty
rooting
rising
stinking
gnawing
in man’s
fertile gut
and it’s always
in season

Hell is confusion –
that’s not
what you heard?

Are you sure?

No need to die
to arrive

Putrid new doubts
delivered
daily

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