Filth in the Springtime

A Poem by Ariel B.

Moon in the gutter,
rising below trash-trunk'd trees;
moon was a June ruin,
silver spoon snorting the breeze.
Fell tripping on acid rain.

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A very dark look at a "usually" wonderful time of year!

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Added on April 17, 2012
Last Updated on April 17, 2012

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