Ecstatic

A velvet night sky grinning
like a Cheshire cat,
whilst cherry bombs pop
against the eerie beam
of a spumescent moon.

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  1. DD ZinesApril 28, 2014 at 6:54 AM

    I am constantly amazed at your mind! (And I had to look up spumescent. Thanks for expanding my vocabulary as always!)

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