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Lemon Tree
Glenn Syndal
I am a web of lies
kept in cold storage
beside a lemon tree
for a decade.
I am cured meat
aching for a fix
thrust into the limelight
and into the gutter
I am a magic toybox
wrapped in lint
chasing a carpet snake
into a tidalwave
I am an optical illusion
beside a swimming pool
in the dark
with a box of matches
I am 13 water reeds
and a frog in a blender
mixed into a martini
and thrown into the Bay
I am a tiny supernova
ashen-faced and frantic
linking arms with an Allen Key
and rolling off a cliff
I am a court summons
wrapped in dinosaur bones
laced with LSD
and fed to a chihuahua
I am a toenail clipping
in a mountain treetop
with the villagers below
chanting for rat poison
I am a carbon dated fossil
on sliced bread
pinned to a sailor's hat
in the microwave
I am a slow-moving time machine
caught dead in it's tracks
by a quick witted snail
in the shape of my elbow
I am.
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