King Frederick of Louisiana-Under-The-Water

was preoccupied as he drew near,

water sluicing off his dinosaur’s body like time,

pungent breath of oil, industrial strength glitter and

the deepest, darkest, primal part of the unconscious mind

lingered around him like a mist.

He sighed heavily, “Hello, old friend.”

It was unclear how the King and _____

knew each other.

They swam for a spell,

as old friends do in the swamp.

“There is a battle of monsters happening,”

lamented the King

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