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Diary Entry 11:


February 1st: 10:00 based on Banksy’s ‘Floral Protestor’. Finished: 10:39.

 A War of Roses

Flower bombs

as tossed into a bed of bedlam

only pepper the sheets

that scream.


The feet carry

sprouting shields,

but the flaming fields

can’t speak.


They’re a squeak

in the disquieting dark

and the spark that can’t be heard amidst the showering shouts.


Over the notes of thistled throats,

the canary coughs crimson.


It’s about time the metals gather their litter.

-Amy Struthers