ode to pokemon trainer Red
Trace DePass
i hope Red had taken time to write his
requiem for his lost dad, when trainer
Silver, had happened
to find him praying at the mountain froth.
i hope Red had taken time to write his
requiem for his lost dad, when trainer
Silver, had happened
to find him praying at the mountain froth.
At crux of the rainbow: Blackness.
The King must fade in twinkling church
organ and WWF belt.
a wolf shops for housewares the same way I do
her teeth gleam she reminds me
of the dogs I’ve never had never will
toggling isogonal polygons
noisiest, zappiest puzzling
pliantly illusion seekings
I can’t get out of the car
and the car can’t move.
We are both in a tree
and we can’t get out.
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