FiveFour
unicorns. One
died in the
making of
this piece
of the poem.
*
Later he read
to her. She
listened
in braille. A
unicorn caught
its horn in
the holes
on the page
& broke its
neck trying
to get free.
*
No primer, so
eventually
the beta
carotene bled
through the
whitewash. Nothing
so sad as a
donkey with
a carrot on its
head at a 75ยบ
angle while
its dick
hangs limp.
*
One
unicorn left.
One unique horn.
*
In & of it-
self unaugmented; but
the box it comes
in is quite decorative.
&, anyway, there is
always something
striking about
a dead unicorn.
Thursday, September 21, 2017
#359 Le Coeur du Monde
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