Runaway man
dropped his hat.
From a mirror broken by the sun
he is hunted by a wild horse.
Spasm and frothy saliva.
In the cocoon serenity
and sticky darkness.
Clock.
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Randomised
PoetryA collection of random pieces of myself. Some previously tweeted. Some just born. Some already out there, some even in paper form. Shamelessly shared... All right reserved.
