a dead chicken
on the sidewalk
embers—little bits
of burning paper
drifting in the
air a man asleep
on a king-size
bed in an empty
warehouse a she
done me wrong
song with a slow
cha-cha rhythm
playing somewhere
distant and no
one there to talk
to and no where
to go and no
way to get there
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Author:
Vipassana (
Offline) - Published: April 1st, 2026 00:20
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Comments1
A most unusual format to this poem that's lines continue from one stanza to the next in irregular breaks. It has surreal imagery that adds to the dream like feel. Well done
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