The Purple Emperor
I have been hanging around
these ballerinas for too long,
shaving their legs and
plucking their veritables.
No sign of Venus in this guy.
Laying by the lake seemingly tranquil,
a deposition of uncompromisable litter
provided the contour that was missing.
An old couch was visible in the clear spring water.
It looked like the most comfortable spot.
Nearby, a car or truck chassis, I should know.
Emphasized, the unhealthy advice of some swimmers.
They cavorted noisily, stared at their women.
I waved. They waved back.
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