If I have to swallow all of this I want something to wash it down with
wallow in all of this
Clarity from the pit
I witness dawn's early lightning and the errant sparks from the fire.
I hear birds when everyone else is sleeping.
Listening for all of these.
Out in the flatlands where no one heres.
no one's hear
Early mourning sounds
grounds
For dismissal.
I was this missed.
dis missile
This missive was a projectile
Summery summary projection
Out in the woulds I wood have
Shambled through leafless backGrounds
2 comments:
The people demand more poems!
How playful!
"Out in the flatlands where no one hears."
This line gives me shivers and I'm not sure why. It seems like an opening to something much bigger--a short short story perhaps?
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