Rattled hibernating monster's cage,
jabbed stick further between bars space....
poked nose,
carelessly close
secrets not of ears to shout out in prose –
careful passing by drafty expose,
satisfaction comes frighteningly from shadows;
We've gotta name for you,
simplicity in the words to choose,
non-complemental.... no sympathetic vibrations flowing through,
about as special as the gum sticking upon ones' shoe –
easily scraped off whoosh
washed down drain chute
treasure never claimed valuable loot,
gratifying words devolve to scything toots;
gargling proclamations faint,
smile gives way self fain –
Have never been happier to see less of the rain.
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Between an Antidote & a Dreary Phase
PoetryMy second Edition of a variety of Poetry feelings. For all the support and encouragements you all share with me - I do humbly appreciate all that you say and do. The feeling I get when another writer comments, or votes is imperial to how I interr...
