26 Rabies and Balm Balms

Mother awoke,

tanning dept.

Surrounded by bonking lights.

An antenna tower

could be seen out back,

where angels hover, proud as hell

freezing over.

Pots of unwanted flowers

to be tar

and feathered. Far and tethered

to the sun

and the moon

and the drizzling rain.

Gathering wood from deck

a holy battle of bitten shipwreck.

Wild burros

ate the wildflowers.

Watered by snowmelt

what comes back to life.

Death Valley

amber cosmos

rose like jello,

carved in fifty heads,

snakes biting their time.

Raising zombies

crying ballet

in the bathroom

never tasted so rotten.

So never forgotten.

And other long featured

experimental extinctions.

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