First, I am a snowflake
impassive as blue lace,
as hell, just begging to
be salted to the gallows.
Next, I am an inglenook
responsive as hot sex
as heaven, pleading for
hail to ward off coffins.
Finally, I'll be a red light
guiding as fresh napalm,
as trigger fingers, luring
applause for my eulogy.
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Hey~Oka (foolish wolves know secrets)
PoetryA first collection of versified vignettes, carvings and doodles, traced by a peculiar pilgrim. Each lettered abstraction flies in the face of human-ness, having haunted wooden seraphs and hobnobbed with spectral sprites. Here are words coming togeth...
