Five-Minute Riot

they streamed out,

in quick succession—

holding handkerchiefs

to their noses, some

emerged with their eyes

watering, others were

coughing,

siren blaring the coda

to what unfolded

inside, burning eyes,

.

the five-minute riot

bifurcates

sense of accomplishment,

to the bingeing

on bad behaviour,

unprecedented,

a gross miscalculation,

the plan nixed, to allow

today’s debacle,

lost…

.

A 55-word erasure poem for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads. Worded after massive erasing of text but in serial order of course, from here.

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