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Cold Cock's Whistle
...the clock chimed, but no one there
a buckeye in the lantern's light
burning through death's poncho
in my grave unholy hole in the ground
listening to the cold cock's whistle
while waiting for my friend Cisco
eating my dirt with a wasteland spoon
with no life in dark chlorine
just worms and parasites
burning through death's poncho.
a buckeye in the lantern's light
burning through death's poncho
in my grave unholy hole in the ground
listening to the cold cock's whistle
while waiting for my friend Cisco
eating my dirt with a wasteland spoon
with no life in dark chlorine
just worms and parasites
burning through death's poncho.
Published 20th Mar 2023
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29th Mar 2023 00:47am
👏 👏 👏 excellent metaphors brilliant 👏 musing please 🙏 keep on writing ✍ ok peace ✌ and blessings 🙏 always 💖
29th Mar 2023 1:06am
