#1
I'm off for a while
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The sunny-yellow syrup of fermenting fruit
is spread gloopily underneath the plum tree.
Wasps dance dizzily around it,
skipping on its surface, sipping up the sweetness
as they try to take the sting away from death

The trees are scrawling their names on the walls
before the autumn frosts force their leaves to fall
and gardeners are called to chainsaw them down,
leaving their legs lying dead in the ground

The insects swarm in congregations
singing their last prayers
and plants steal their last strokes of sun
and shake their stems without a care
as the last ode before a lament
springs life into the late summer air.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!
#3
i enjoyed this very much. it all flowed as it should and the langauge was consistent and perfect through out. i guess my one complaint would be 'gloopily'. i do enjoy the word and its quirkiness but not in this piece i dont think.
#4
I also like this. I've read versions of this before somewhere, but this time I read it, it connected in a different way than it did before.

Nice.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black