The whiff of death,

party’s over, this

technicolour decline

needs a makeover.

Leaves gone acrid,

red, white and

blue blossoms

turned rancid brown.

Red and yellow

spots emerging,

a bloated assemblage

is rotting down.

Unkempt and

maggoty,

extremities

have putrefied.

And desperate

deadheads cling on,

won’t give up

on cal...

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