Saturday, September 5, 2020

this cannot be a poem although it may very well be one

from the heights of my happiness 

(where I now reside)

I'm digging my own grave
 
thought
 
by thought 

now that's dedication! 

bones so clean 

so forgotten 

and the sun

up there 

on the other side 

of the highway
 
like a humongous sign reading "waffle house"


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