Here lies Martes Flavigula, eternally beneath the splintered earth.

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Poems -

Tongues lap at
my disheveled hair through
shutters -
what microbes swim atop
my corneas while
the cavernous rut in
the mattress siphons
a will to start
the day?

Along with martens, goulish goats and the rippling fen -
these writings 1993-2021 by Bob Murry Shelton are licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 4.0

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