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Whirs the Windmill
Stumbling over epitaphs
steel toed boots are little comfort.
My ankles sprained
the world a ball and chain
creating wormwood trails
well-worked cavernous trenches.
Sky is a funny bedfellow
stretching imperceptibly
its gap toothed smile
betraying secrets of hope and sorrow.
Horizons
bruises or blessings.
A dollar or a penny
for thoughts that blink
(a seedy rest stop
whose saving grace
is a 50 watt bulb with
fickle tendencies.)
Glancing horrors
cause gasps and images
telling a better mystery
than the infamous stork.
And I am caught in limbo
somewhere between the dairy
and the canned food aisle.
steel toed boots are little comfort.
My ankles sprained
the world a ball and chain
creating wormwood trails
well-worked cavernous trenches.
Sky is a funny bedfellow
stretching imperceptibly
its gap toothed smile
betraying secrets of hope and sorrow.
Horizons
bruises or blessings.
A dollar or a penny
for thoughts that blink
(a seedy rest stop
whose saving grace
is a 50 watt bulb with
fickle tendencies.)
Glancing horrors
cause gasps and images
telling a better mystery
than the infamous stork.
And I am caught in limbo
somewhere between the dairy
and the canned food aisle.
Published 16th Nov 2017
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16th Nov 2017 7:11pm
Words hidden in dark figure, Motif sprayed with literary odour. Yet,i can perceive the fragnace(even if not closely). It's cool. Welcome to DU. Joshua.
18th Nov 2017 4:55pm
