The weekly freeverser tries on a hybrid dress today in the op-shop. Hey, look at me in the funny mirror!

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That first heroine trip, the rushing ride,

never comes again, they say,

but fades with tolerance and neediness;

high-horse cut with a drain, o!

and the hot spoon, love cooking

in the crucible of experience

becomes again the blushing bride,

the onward trip on the venal highway

to euphoria. Her seedy dress

you bought at Goodwill, where the vain go

to try on retro poverty-looking,

has the look now of dalliance.

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forgetfulness down the many river lethes

that open to the oceanic styx, where it breathes

Authors Website: https://tantricdispositionmatrix.substack.com/

Authors Bio:

John Kendall Hawkins is an American ex-pat freelance journalist and poet currently residing in Oceania.