out walking with an X
beneath a sun through drought's dishonesty
no water-mark nor petals in our shoes
not a single word desire or otherwise.
sucking cider through the earlobe of the street
one chance to meet and polish yesterdays
charmed bullets over broadway
from a chekov gun with motive
with a smile.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 8th, 2024 09:33
- Category: Unclassified
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