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Face Vase: Sophie Barrett
Face Vase: Sophie Barrett
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Garret 2020
Walter’s Cabinet
He pensively leans there He longs for the wife
The man in the hat. He wishes to be.
His eyes stare both ways aloft, A face of a wretched god,
Looking for his shoulder And elder,
Over his shoulder Who’s name
Which wasn’t even there. Besets her very nature.
He stares directly at nothing, Who can not
A lack, a frittata Cease to be
Of empty thoughts cast onto him To witness…
By his overcast worries
He worries he can not continue To witness the shab boy
To lean… Greased in butters of poverty
Stare at a young electric blonde
His arm creased, knuckles Thin and pale
Resting on his chin. Wearing a rather revealing top
His arm giving no support Especially every inch of her
But rather, a mere cling M1911 pistol
To the post Which she laid into the boy with
To the past Over 15 square feet of
Like a shitting dog gripping before Refined steel
The sinkhole’s gape. Destroying what little still boiled.