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California, Los Angeles, Mosquitos, Nature, Observations, Poems, Poetry
Giant
Skeeter
In my room
I
Nuked him
With
Balenciaga
If
He died
At my hand
I’ll
Have no ill will
After
But
No
He lives!
I see him
In the glow
Of the tv
He taunts me
Still
That
Prehistoric
Bastard
Once
I
Sleep
Shall
Move in
For
The
Kill
So
It’s to the bathroom
I go
Searching
For a spray
L’Oréal
Will
Make him
Stiff
His hair
Just right
For
His
Final
Night.
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