was just poking through some poems I wrote several months ago and found this:
A rippled river unfurled
a series of misinformed decisions
of the rudimentary kind
of the prosthetics used
We sat there wordless you and I
a brick barrier staged
the talking was all wrong
not in words
but crickets
A taunted oligarchy
a prurient mister
Harriet the shrew
and often times the Blackness
I woke to find my window half cracked
ugly malady
fortified wine makes the mind go
ghostly
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