Black orchids on the red door; Fitfully the raconteur Consigns the ownership of elegance For a few hundred dollars, for a "superior" glance. 5 Black orchids on the red door Mark the poet's stipulated habitat. Depression afflicts; he begins to yawn.... Stretching away from the world with a bored 'eclat.' Exhausted by his meditations on the black 10 Orchids on the red door, of a few, niggard, dark, Striations intermit with rose; Guilty only, in his ichorous lair, Of a certain Kempt Baudelarian repose.
From the collection "Ascent"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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