Tuesday, August 7, 2018

Kerri SHying R # 491 - stuck darts calling for attendants

waste the money    easy as   the time
no obligation   in the air way   the calls
keep coming     people    gelid  have no
doors     I’m thinking of the blowgun
as a weapon  in my    impulse jungle

stuck darts  calling for attendants

I  leap    crumple   to surrender
someone   hear me   it’s the inside of
my head    see the others    go about
renaming    colours    let brown turn
into white     art   sell it for a song

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