I don’t want to look stoopid, but that man I said was God just died.
Quit looking at me.
Depression’s largess
Hood over fallen tears, short
Fall of heart not skill
Hood over fallen tears, short
Fall of heart not skill
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Shame wipes a damp brow
Salted self-preservation
Casts itself seaward
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Nets gaping with holes
Cast hope into the ocean
The hollow buoy floats
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Your one liner under the photo says it all.
Drifts of flotsam
Beneath, a puddle of grease
A seeping secret.
Prevail.
Spring whirlwind scatters
uncertain leaves lost adrift
gathering awaits
small bit more at chazzz.com.
Sunday’s comin’…