bruise and brush
elliptical
orbits of never
coming together
I hammer nines
and convolute
gang signs
misnomers cast
breeding angst
and shiver
recognition of falter
eminence of function
and bewilder
patriots of jaundice
white bone pall bearing
sons of squalor
it’s the 3rd time
this year
sequester and harvest
all those cute little
fears
they cut up my name
to make it easier to say
I hope it cuts their tongue
every time they decide
to bray the decay
worrisome lads
fleeing their feelings
and the creeping nausea
oh peeping Tom photograph
plucked from the ether
pay your registration fee
to remain a little less free
Summing up the ends
and fucking up the begins
very far away from the amends
intending to talk about
how much better we all want
to be
but to be, you must do
and to do, well
formulate a hypothesis
and take a deep breath
smell the shit in which
we dwell
and ask how much more
can we afford to sell?
wax poetic on the nonce
what more is there to say
take it as it comes
and try to knock down
another preconception,
at least once per day
image courtesy of Pinterest and Rachael Baran
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Thanks Sarah 🙏❤
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Always.
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Magnificence from RamJet Poetry
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Thanks Kindra ❤🙏
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You’re so welcome, my brother. ❤
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