12/11/18 11:01PM
i will inevitably stoke
a primordial fire
and i wonder if the wolves
will circle around
my final pit to be left
scatter me in a silken lake,
where the gar devour
send me to old mother nature
and wait for me to wash up
foil dinners in a burning pile
and Albertan pipe dreams
turn my legs to glue
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Author:
Big Swifty (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 13th, 2018 23:47
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