Monday, March 6, 2017

Kerri Shying R - # 198 - Buts


Buts

there came the time when being high and sleep
began to merge   across lanes   take life’s freeway
slow it down  the crawl is not called
gridlock   after all   the time spent
fearing entropy 
we are not some kind of universe just one small blip

this last breath  not a gasp  has a taste of smoke of
the foil-wrapped cheese of childhood   sinks like
corks don’t    talks the way the kids do when they think
I left the room but    its just me here   so   who
am I hiding from  who am I talking to   if it is
you then  who
the eff  ing
hell are you

2 comments:

  1. Another crazy poet but .... hey who the eff ing hell are you?

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