It's Been Said

Maybe not an ulcer or hernia
Looking to scan, scrape and scrap
This is a tissue fight
A pillow box,
a billowing tissue box fight
Smoldering from the memory
of thin wood identity
Freckled with friction
Where branches detached
and blanched
sun bleached and barnicled
Made way to mossy shore
A man's share,
two fists made stained
and laid to waste
red clay and some kind of berry
Ground down for festivals
Shook up for make up
Mascara so dark
Against mascarpone
Balsamic and Baltic
Unshook in seismic buzz
Slowly opening
as any rose does
Hating to be called by first and middle
in Latin none the less
All our shores scattered with
none the less
Fragments of Latin
Didactic
Refracted
Langostino
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6.6.12