L'appel du vide (11/29/2019)

caught dead, laughing like smooth muscle 
as my memory clapped into the cobblestone
a blunderbuss of splintered moments of chaos 
to land in a mosaic at your feet.
From up here, so much more ordered than it had felt
now a lifetime away
framed in yellow tape
and quiet, pursed brows. 
i'll miss you 
;

sean penn a rifle too big

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jennifer Malden

Fri 29th Nov 2019 23:14

Great writing, and very original style. Jennifer

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poemagraphic

Fri 29th Nov 2019 15:19

You have such a way with words that spells out more, than the words could ever do justice to Zach

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