Jack

by

Luigi Lalumia

like a child i reach
for what i do not know
hollow like a carved jack-o-latern
my guts are thrown in a pan
salted and fried

torture me i like it
see my toothy smile
what a front line
your can't penotrate it
squeeze me i ooze like no other

thorny am i
twisted like a vine
do i bare a beautiful flower
am i fruitless

bright eyes and laugh line
are such a clever
well rehearsed disguise

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