anger
rocks the boat
that makes the waves
that floods the beach
that drowns the child
the eagle on the pine branch
didn't even look at me
staring at the sunset
from the earliest dawn
in America
nostrils
full of socks
brain
choked
by a blanket
the beeping
morning alarms
telling everyone
on time
or late
the clock
goes around
and around
so why
is it still dusty?
4 days ago
2 comments:
love the last one. you are so charmingly funny!!!
Thank you. I'd like to share my finite existence with you, too. God bless you.
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