A POEM by CLEM FLOWERS

Duck Monmouth

Apollo wept alone on silk sheets & only brought out that old smile when sharing onion soup beneath

the brass gazebo with the few true friends, but the rain has really put a dent into their dinner time.

Run the match heads down into the whispering peak of the cactus ground sleeping along the edge of

Venus; steam trails out along the black ivory shore & I just strum “O Fortuna” all night

Sun goes all grapefruit heart broke into cement & it’s all diamondbacks & rotating bits of madness in

every fireplace all as the gardens weep for the bitter frost beneath the call of the stars as the coyotes sing

along to the death rattle


Clem Flowers (they/them) is a poet, eldritch horror, & soft spoken southern transplant living in a mountain's shadow in Utah. They're on an eternal quest to be the host in constant disbelief in an infomercial. NB, bi, and queer as the day is long, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty.

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