Serving Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Serving



a run on sentence,
golden dogfish up both sleeves
while a kerchief full of mercury
spouts fountains of bereaves...
in a maraschino'd midden
where the clocks and keys are hidden
and the tapers tick, unbidden...
shimmy flanges, no reprieves...

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