i dug a shiny two penny
from
pockets weighted like pendulums
and
i
stuck
it
to
a metal fence post darkened by weather
with
gum
chewed till the flavour was forgotten
and
it
was
dead and over and tasted only like hunger
see - says the coin - he exists
and
thus
matter is changed
from cutcastor.com
Existential without any faux angst - very good poem. It felt good to read. Joseph Hargraves
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