Missing Beats
stomach churning
a vitriolic spew, a low
deep-down grumbling
indigestible venom
a deadbeat poet
too old to be content
too young to be
incontinent,
snarling vicious words
that splatter, smear
and leave a stink,
foul vowels and
cutting consonants
that cling tight to walls,
defacing posters with
potent prophetic acidity
screaming stop, care
turn, c...
Thursday 25th April 2024 3:36 pm
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