Rotting Fish
The plate sold the tale, the plastic cover
Stuck to the wall.
The hidden under-lament silicone layer,
Toasting like marshmallow.
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Musical high wattages woofed, meter reader wheel spinning,
Pay no attention to rotting fish.
Male jacks jammed inlet outlet galore, flickery amber lights,
Pay no heed to the river’s swish.
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In the great unseen between the wall and the plate, where the silly putty layer lay,
The draw came strong along hotter and hotter.
In the middle in the hardened buttery coverwall sandwich
The fish got rotter and rotter.
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The house is still standing.
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DYI electrical problem; beware of angry pixies trying to leave their confines. Just call me Sparky.
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