“A poem for my Cousin Toni…”
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… the melancholy…
A poem for my old friend…
Longing for that which had risen to take possession in the skies of consciousness bathing the countenance – in unrequited radiance only to set on what was beget blissfully deaf to the grevious cries of why? Copyright © 2016 ShunPwrites. All Rights Reserved
Using words like clubs. as the tongue pierces – the body politic like slugs. Collateral damage – carpet bombing using words as explosive charges – barrages that explode those fuselages of the mind. The unworthy wander blithely – Aspiring to be refined. Taking God’s time – as ours is […]
