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WEED KILLER
for now
the words
are gone
and i am
empty as these
late night
streets
hungry
for inspiration
and oddly stifled
a sort of
anti-poet
in my brain
deadly as
a late
frost
to whatever
might bud
from
these dull
grey
furrows
and not
even
a weed
shows
its little
green
head
the words
are gone
and i am
empty as these
late night
streets
hungry
for inspiration
and oddly stifled
a sort of
anti-poet
in my brain
deadly as
a late
frost
to whatever
might bud
from
these dull
grey
furrows
and not
even
a weed
shows
its little
green
head
Published 14th Apr 2020
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14th Apr 2020 3:44pm
Hi Javalini,
I really like the short line sharpness in this piece. That anti-poet in your brain might Just need to wait for a good rain to come and there will be weeds everywhere!
I really like the short line sharpness in this piece. That anti-poet in your brain might Just need to wait for a good rain to come and there will be weeds everywhere!
15th Apr 2020 2:03pm
Thanks, Morgan.
Poetically speaking, these are lean times.
You may be right.
I need a good rain.
Poetically speaking, these are lean times.
You may be right.
I need a good rain.
14th Apr 2020 7:57pm
15th Apr 2020 2:07pm
14th Apr 2020 9:53pm
Eat them weeds!!
The markets now sell Dandelion greens in their stores!!
EAT them suckers and gain the insight from them directly!!
(i love the leaves of the dandelions as they remind me of watercress)
The markets now sell Dandelion greens in their stores!!
EAT them suckers and gain the insight from them directly!!
(i love the leaves of the dandelions as they remind me of watercress)
15th Apr 2020 2:14pm
Plenty dandelions in my yard, Tallen.
A weed salad?
As always, thanks for reading.
A weed salad?
As always, thanks for reading.
31st Aug 2020 11:44pm
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