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PARIS GREEN

my darkening shutters,
old-timey and quaint
Parisian in make,
emerald in paint
my delicate bowels
and gastric pains
I shudder to travel
given my state
my racing heart,
my pallid skin
how did I reach
the state I'm in?

Wallpapering curls,
imperial green
embossed with floral
patterned relief
a noted designer
Parisian print
water spots and mold
have stained it
my cleverly hung
pastorals hide
walls which rot
from inside

WE move like poi-son march-ing slow
-ly MASS-ing our forc-es mass-ing
rats in SEW-ers teem-ing teem-ing
and mass-ing GREEN

decadent landscapes,
arcadian scenes
these lush oils
in gilded frames
these small windows
are my relief
a palliative,
my last retreat
nobly opposed
to this collection
a fine portrait
I'd once commissioned
the flush of my
young visage

behind the scenes,
behind the frames
the peeling paper,
the peeling walls
behind the walls
those scampering forces
I hear them creeping
and marching in droves
up from the sewer,
rats in the walls
the sewer army
has special claws
sewer rats with
curling claws

WE move like poi-son march-ing slow
-ly MASS-ing our forc-es mass-ing
rats in SEW-ers teem-ing teem-ing
and mass-ing GREEN