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A Butt in Every Seat

A Monster Show

By Abigail Sire Published 2 years ago 1 min read
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A banana-spiral alien with no eyes -

No real face still manages to part

The crowd of onlookers -

A contortionist practices

On the boardwalk.

A cyclops octopus whose tentacles

Curl into a parted, cued mustache suckers

Sucks the bottom and makes a wet-kissing sound

While flopping like a fish out of water

On the scorching asphalt – red-ribbons

Like a licorice or a limp electric eel,

Hung in place without anything to be hung on -

Gray, mechanical hinged monsters – like grasshoppers

Chase the flag over the huge spurt -

With a crowd –a butt in every seat

Screaming at the top of their lungs.

A blue squiggly cloud reminds them

Against an empty sky -

The best place to look

Really,

Really,

Is a still at your phone.

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