Like
a calico kitten or a Dalmatian pup?
An appaloosa’s flanks or a speckled green toad?
Ladybug shells or butterfly wings?
A giant giraffe neck, a ginger’s freckled chest?
Cheetahs? Leopards?
A lantern fly nymph?
Or more like
Blueberry muffins
Or chocolate chip scones?
Or more like red-capped, warted
mushrooms? Poison hemlock stems?
Or spotted like
Cruella Deville’s floor-length fur coat?
Daisy Buchanan’s skittering pearls?
Desdemona’s strawberry handkerchief?
The sleep-haunted hands of Lady Macbeth?
Gertrude’s black and grained soul?
Or spotted like
The hiccupping sun’s surface,
Brewing disruption in planet-sized
Storms of magnetic mayhem…
Pretty much like this thing
Spotted
There on the monitor,
Blooming like Rorschach’s inkblot
Amidst the hollowed-out, round, sound-
Waves spinning didgeridoo vowels amidst
Rumbling, bubbling bowel sounds.
A shifting, sizable storm cloud.
A pale and pockmarked moon.
A shadowy, seething portent.
Marring the vault of a once
procreant cradle.
A dappled dollop of disorder.
Spotted.
Get it out, out.
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