another poem
lost to the darkness
lost in the long
mindside hiccup
before sleep
when the pens were too far
& the hands too weak
only the night knows it now
moon audience enough
&
he/she is always back for more
~
too much of what
i
think
up
to
say
well
it bores me shitless before i say it
keep shtum lad
keep shtum
& this ?
this -
well
its plucking feathers
out the hurricane
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