Spent Wonders by V. Blakeevery single mark it makes
is gray that isn't blue
that paints for me
a world to waste
on images of you--
so tick the time
all tied in knots
pick some fights
and call the cops;
spin in the same circles
as we slip--
raise a voice
from birth today
then drop a line
to atrophy
by three uncertain decades
at a clip,
but no one here
will speak a word
until the stitches
rip. 12/23/2016 Posted on 12/23/2016 Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
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Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/24/16 at 03:22 PM I love the way this sounds and moves. |
Posted by Julie Adams on 01/01/17 at 01:57 PM I love the flow of this |
Posted by Rob Littler on 01/03/17 at 10:16 PM ...the more I read this the more I want to read this, especially while listening to my current musical choice in mackintosh braun. |
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