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Onoma Mar 2024
her face is a gaunt rosebush--

whose thornage & leafage

periodically shear off roses.

as if they were a pile on of

hands.

she squints thru this with

turquoise eyes, those vivid

breakthroughs you get.

her hair's the long entanglement--

of the rueful moistening of night.
Onoma Mar 2024
during the: Teatro alla Scala's

opening night (August 3, 1778).

Antonio Salieri's opera:

L' Europa rinconoscuita, a

chandelier so happened to

crash down...because all the

attendees were staring out at

one another with binoculars.

at the same time.
Onoma Mar 2024
a ten foot sasquatch in

Montana's wilderness

listens to Beethoven's: Fifth.

he once found it an open

dumpster in town.

it was a pair from the 80s--

tomato-red in color, those

cottony earmuff-size ones

they used to produce.

he's swaying back & forth,

throwing around his massive

meat-hooks, the way that great

composer would.
Onoma Mar 2024
Mara's silvery-white locks

entombed in a blackening

locket.

fidgeting curls forming

insipidly winding knots.
Onoma Mar 2024
the coos of a

turtle dove

pivot in the

darkening letters

of preflight wings.

admiring scents of

oxygen thru them.
Onoma Mar 2024
Thespian Keyria...

yah panda.

Maria Mou.
Onoma Mar 2024
handheld as if infirm...

& helped away--

the period of an endstory

keeps dotting itself.

whilst grinning profusely.
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