This poem stemmed from a writing workshop exercise where I received a set of unlikely combinations of nouns and adjectives as the basis for a poem. I'll bet you can find those pairs!
Cloudy carnivores of souls,
saintly demons rise from mist
like unpolished butterflies.
Strange yet expected
like the familiar mermaid
who pops her head from the sea,
tail coated with concrete sequins
pulling her below the foam.
Saintly demons as odd
as a plaid kangaroo
warp my perception
like a wrinkled tractor trailer
hinders traffic on my road home.
Saintly demons have transparent
employment to misguide me.
My cranky bamboo heart yelps
as I bend and flex to absorb
paradox.
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