Wikipedia Poem, No. 746
shy piñata
horizon of mascara slurps
a burst expectant cross
mangles the black one
purple swoosh at eye-level
burst piñata
down-filled custom spilt dirty swinging watcher
black one purpled shoulders slap
black one purple air of fire
blink mascara
burst piñata
the poets’ key
falls into air-fire
down across simile
like the face with no face
elsewhere is here
it licks for candied fontanelle
or glides or imagines
the black one’s purple mage
who cannot know:
and slurps
the poets’ knot
groks their shy
pint at eye-level