Mind-Killer of the Golden Path

Polyester & polyurethane- scents so

far away from the kingdom of sand and turmeric sands they knew for eons all the memories of freedom and wind and 

they paid no mind to the steps of that blind fool for they figured he meant them no harm it was the first shot that would soon bring the horizon down on every crown in the kingdom and the economy right along with it & that, as well as 

the fact that striped sumbitch from Beetlejuice keeps getting every acting gig 

has led to this- sweaty green shirts, deep fryer oil, and the depressing,  faux- fluorescent sunshine, & they say their broken record opening line:

“Welcome to Harkonnen Grill, where the spice must flow. How may I help you?”



Clem Flowers (They/ Them) is a poet, eldritch horror,  & soft spoken southern transplant living in a mountain’s shadow in Utah. In an eternal quest to be the host in constant disbelief in an infomercial. Nb, bi, and queer as the day is long, they live in a cozy apartment with their wonderful wife & sweet calico kitty. Found on Twitter @clem_flowers

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