purple veils seductively strewn
over every cross in town,
like Mardi Gras did a striptease
home from Bourbon Street,
earning those beads,
dropping scraps of sin
for the self-righteous in their
turtlenecks
reading romance novels,
pointing pretentious fingers from their prettied-up porn,
mistaking morals for
aesthetics,
diddling about manhood
in dry dreams with dead batteries,
eating pancakes
instead of oysters,
dying without beer.
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Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction might have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Beautiful
may I never learn a secret so beautiful that I am fatal
By Harper Lewisabout 5 hours ago in Poets
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Wow! That was something else. So many good lines including: 'dropping scraps of sin for the self-righteous' 🤩 Dying without beer is a sin itself.
I will say a prayer for you lol. Whew