Hiccupping frogs land in the palm of the earth
Under poppies, red as stigmata
Two snot filled boys on a bench
Swop punch-lines, secrets, scabs
Wasps suck on the cherry tree’s nipples
Honesty’s wearing its lacy summer frock
How much blue can one sky hold
Before the darkness comes?
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