Words put together,
forming, senseless
structure, meandering
corners, hopeful
idioms expressed,
elegantly, lifted
up, to
literary gods, false
prophets confess,
I have nothing,
to say.
Tag Archive: Poetry
A lone petal
survives
the
storm...
Painted toes
reveal her mood,
bespeckled flecks,
a Swedish brew;
singing to the 9,
a midnight tune;
dreams gone
astray,
moments too
soon, wondering
in the night,
will he be
all right?
Tossing and
yearning,
inwardly
burning, of
days gone
by- secretly
hurting.
a scan and a beep,
makes suits leap,
business wanna boom,
spreading toxic gloom;
wash your hands,
avoid the tomb.
Dollars go, “ka ching!”
“ka ching!” Walking
in your bling
ring
ring
ring-
Wash ya
face.
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