seamlessly floating above the reed

seamlessly floating above the reed
fish in dreamless afternoon
lurk in a different fashion
dread is a Jamaican word
effortless runs with so many threads
one could tie knots forever

so many dire men queuing
for lost days to reappear
winding yesterdays like lost candy
wrapped in all the colours
any mind might find
to be of a sort of kind of so

raptured in I am still dying
wired like a gun
wrapped around the neck
timbered like a forest on trucks
running down the evolution of men
able to eat all the what’s left





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-07-31 at 23:17

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