~the Editor~

Hanging out where exactly
It's not supposed to go
Wild carding the future
In full frame slow mo.

That waters passed under many a bridge
With stirred mud from the bottom
Waved ridge gliding tops
Each wave out of water ran aground with a flop.

I guess there's an editor to all aspects of life
In single file they go down
To the initiating one
Does it go in full circle
Or linear line run


~Bentlee~
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
I was kinda thinking this today, putting it into words was tough, cheers and nice to be back writing and seeing some old friends.

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