The poem of the day is called "My Favorite Things". Are you seeing a pattern? I promise not to post another Sound of Music inspired poem again. Cross my little black heart. This was written 29 June 1996.
Mother muse departs
On fairy wings
Glassy-eyed Tinkerbells on puppet strings
These are a few of my favorite things
Bodies stacked tall on crushed ice
Lilly white lace wraps lilly white lies
Harlequin's scepter and thin disguise
All to the tune of baby's cries
Open the box and seal your doom
Captive in an attic room
Bleeding fingers prisoner to the loom
Porcelain dolls with eyes that've seen
All that's sacred, all that's mean
The busted drum and the mute tambourine
These are a few of my favorite things.
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