Strangeness

John Prophet

 

Strangeness.

Look.

Look around.

What the hell.

What’s 

going on?

Accepting

what’s 

seen,

what’s said.

Flicker

of existence.

Firefly flash.

What’s 

the point?

Screaming 

headlong.

Coming 

then going.

Doing what’s

told, expected.

Rules.

What rules?

Who’s rules?

Vicious 

vile 

little creatures.

Thrashing 

in the

muck.

Looking

for the

edge.

Swampy 

reality.

Sticky gooey 

mess.

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 10th, 2021 06:53
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  • Goldfinch60

    Sometimes the rules are wrong and need changing then one can climb out of the swamp.

    Andy

  • John Prophet

    Thanks Andy for all your comments



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