Crucifixion Of A Quisling Poem by Leon Moon

Byword francium peacock's
Glue rhyming slang in milk,
Clitoris straight-jackets
Drip fire on maram grass;

My identity
Is the rediscovery
That I am alone,
The prissy isolation
Founding our cocoon.

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I fortify my innocence by embodying the isotherm tide
Obliquing my gall into the stereoscopic love.

-L.O

(He does not know -
But it is not him!)