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Tag: On War

Bloody Repeats

legume

He threw the telly out the window.

No glass broke.

It was a silent defenestration

The volume was muted.

The dog ran out for a keek,

to see if there was anything

behind the adverts

and returned unsated

with some gaudy wires

tangled up in his copious locks.

Clausewitz

Was that any good?

Too staccato and wooden…

like glockenspiel?

No more hollower

A piccolo then?

Kiss at this juncture

Not so Tweety-Pie

Perhaps a bassoon?

Gerraway with you!

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