Unraveled Cardigan

A Stinging blow
lay
to a hidden cure
natural light

friend or slight

stupid people
a rhythm of notice

slapped to a wall
slumber the derelicts
waif air

gripping laughter
can reign

but how many trains
what feasts
to scoff tonight

oh the metum

of tunes
laying in wait

sad
to be exposed


she cried

but i shall squash the tea cakes
and master the gorging of falseness

yet enjoy
the taste


How wonderful tasting!



mmm
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Posted: Mar 2016
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