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glowing orange blobs against its murky, dark, seaweed-green background remind me of a fish tank that needs cleaning
the blobs are poppies in a dreary spring
and a black lattice?
It is the ‘70s.
Or are they neon orange blood bursts?
True to their sordid past?
Little nuclear moons
What do these ephemeral blooms do?
“We would test positive for drugs right now.”
Black stemmed blossoms haunt me
Pretend to sit so innocuously alongside the dough rolling board and the next blob of SUGAR
In my nightmare, coffee
nuclear glow bombs everywhere
Aliens which landed on the corner began leveling our neighborhood knew the first order of business was to take it:
Seize the power!
No more artificial crystals with which to craze us:
The microwave was coming!