Break My Heart Break Wind
By Katmandont
An alabaster statuette I found upon the steppe
When Otto ruled these magma flats of scarlet,
Flax grew not upon these stones but with my
Steel-toed boot I kick and lift the butt of my
Cheesy paramour, whose mauve hair
Embodies all I once embraced of arcane dream
Her pallid butt went sailing, sailing, in effect
She could fly…airborne now upon the dim horizon
My sweet cheeks made an obscene gesture at me
As she passed the oval of the moon
That opal orb grew closer to me which I thought
Odd, until I realized, frantic, my boot and foot
Where caught against Ulanda’s butt
And the whispering wind filled my mind with memories
Until we crashed, headlong, in the ebony pool
Through the especially cold and crystal thick ice…
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