Tuesday, March 22, 2016

Poem: Mar.22.2016

strapped down?
ready to Go?

I don't know
yesterday there was a problem with the

roach
look here!
look here!
down here!
scutter scutter
smile smile
ready to Go?
smile smile
scutter scutter
don't forget to

black
black
black
morose skin
leaves the body to use the

ready to Go?

slapping the void
it slapped back
smells of dead
living friends

tomorrow I want to
go to the

ready to Go?

Ahhh Yes
The Age Old

Nothing to be done

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