Friday, January 18, 2019

past life.


I have been 
so alone 
that I have 
chewed 
the entire rind,
slowly tipped 
my very last 
bottle, I was
never warm 
enough 
for you, death 
by 1000 strokes 
of my pencil, a
nameless
soundtrack 
filling 
hours that
I will never 
get back



2 comments:

  1. Your inimitable ability fur the merest of words to carry the full freight of a life intensely lived....

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    1. I'm glad to read this again. I recall it from a few weeks ago on another platform. It hit hard them, as it does today.

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