A turquoise tourniquet to stop the bloodthat flows,who runs awayfrom this or is it that I layand watch her bleeding? rotating on a spit of landshe takes me by my bony handand pulls me to a rendezvousto learn of things and things I never knew then leaves me high and dry to dieon what was…
Daily Archives: November 7, 2020
Donald doesn’t wanna go
It’ll end in tearsanda five to tenup and down the tiersin a correctional facility, ‘oh the humanity’ oh wait,that was the Hindenburg…
About now
It’s that time or this time depending on which clock you’re looking at, I’m looking at my body crock (..oops I mean) clock,it’s telling me that the time’s well past uncertainty, But I am as sure as I can bethateverything is workingsatisfactorily…
