And that’s a good day
Filled to the brim
Spilling to whatever
Tomorrow brings
Tag: poetry
Heard the Gasket Resist
I open the fridge
My fresh
Peddler of filth
That One Time Time Turned
At some point,
We just need to be told
Vases for Flowers
Are but ornamental caskets…
A pouting charnel
Hatchets
This has none
To do with
How you live
Bullets are Your Friends
A life lived
Easily
Compacted
In an all-encompassing bullet
Artificial Lights
The middle aged men knew
They have to keep moving along…
The Deafening
The world is either a splurge
Or a scourge
Some are passed a torch
Slow Build to an Abrupt End
No leash or cages
Just wide open spaces
Free to go
Days on Repeat
In search of answers
Babel high
Oceans wide
I forgot about the question
Insatiable and dissatisfied
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