Tuesday, July 24, 2018

It's Better Being Simply an Idea

A scuffle broke out
a shimmer 
of bullish cocktails
weighing with an eye
while weekly I prefer
to squint at spoons 
piled problems
and summon a mirror
of acquaintances
as a reservoir stalks
the disinterested 
wish with pennies
that can unlatch a spine
the rusty green waves 
cresting like treetops
in the wind 

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Is it though? Not sure, yet. I'll get back to you.

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