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bent stalks II (11/17/2019)
skin split and spilt
original sin as the flowers wilt
and innocence was just a season
lost to time
molted and castaway on a raft
with riffraff and
single serving friends
(those sweet summer children)
and what was I
but to bear the bolts of anchorage
bereft of the warmer tides that came before:
a rusting high water line, to be sure.
bracing, of soul and spirit-pillars
ben...
Monday 18th November 2019 2:11 pm
bent stalks I (11/16/2019)
home-cooked hope
stinging slums
like jump-rope:
Anklebreaker.
blue-nosed slumber
deafening snores
restless as lumber
Cartoon tides.
Platform tithing
wavering faith
in the idleness of blinking LEDs
House arrest.
Monday 18th November 2019 2:10 pm
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