PHOTOJOURNALISM

It's moot to opt out.

Our ruin is natal,

 

is a lit prism.

 

Photo is hunt,

trojan trout in our moat.

 

   O phosphorous hour,
appoint harm.

 

Appoint our torn mural.

 

Anoint our toil.

Our juror is a troop

of pouts.

 

is a torn jar.

 

Pour a ton out,

pour out a rot to join

its animal.

 

Photo its mouth

torn up. Photo its harm.

 

Its mouth in photo

 

is a lit root

that soars.

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from Issue 3 of Misophist Mag

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By Carrie George 👍