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The Bullfrog
By Paul Cameron Brown
He sat with no more compunction
than an eel fish
big-faced, bloated,
the complexion of a beehive
- a dragnet of emotions
crammed into a tumbler
upended in water.
His eyelids wore the effort
of horseblinders, a
spongy leather
masquerading as torpedoes
and I saw him
lonely at the crossroads
matted grass,
a strip of wire, cold current
chasing flecks about
his person, then lunging green
exploded into rapacity -
caressed the awaiting fly strewn stick
with emerald mouth &
coffers of appetite.
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