Popping out of the
powder fog,
all in white but the
eyes
tainted in a killer
red,
the phantom of kitsch
came to drag us all down to Hell.
all our fellas in the
muddy bar
with an unloaded book
in his hand,
like if in a baby
face feast
or amidst the
audience of
a Methodist temple.
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