Unfurled

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

1 Response to “Unfurled”


  1. 1 Mabel September 25, 2015 at 7:07 am

    You could definitely see your expertise in the work you write.

    The sector hopes for even more passionate writers like you who aren’t afraid to mention how
    they believe. Always go after your heart.


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