What you said ricocheted off of everyone’s ears
And landed in a heap by the last thing you said
The mud-dripping pile
The trail along which the runoff runs
By I know what you meant
All hopelessly bent
Around the sludge path scent
What you did left a scab on my aura
And pecked a Pointillist painting
Into the softest part of my inability
To resist being smashed and stomped
And all the reds and pinks
Are excruciating inks
No matter what the esthetes think
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