Weed

Dandelion

A wee wee of vanity Stings me. 

A thorn of poison ivy,

A strobing globe of light In the sky.

A nuclear reactor of particles 

Clocking as I stand motionless in time. 

Tick-tock, blow away time

We see a flat hat place With superglue of oxygen

In my suit. 

I breathe deeply for the rise and fall

A mirror with five sides

With a smile beaming down on me

A man in white breathing carbon dioxide

A footprint of endless art. 

They rise from our kerb and 

drown out rivers and Ducks leave.

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