Lavender Elevator
Tom Shaw
The vendor by the lavender elevator
Feeds us deviants better than the one
By the lavatory,
Muttered Grifter, prying the bins,
Bent rebar his lever.
Holy Lent, Yes! He riffed.
Feeding already,
Not batting an eye
At her bloody, beaten feet,
Of a lover's life past repenting,
Rape? Murder? Grifter
No longer loved, no longer learned,
Now when definite, he fed.
Liver, butter, lavender elevator.
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