a sudden wisp of the weird

a sudden wisp of the weird
a tale taller than I on a slow Sunday
a master class full of worms
coffins fitted with wheels rolling
down death of eternally yours

wigged into strict chambers
where no squatter comes out alive
I find terminology fading
in usage and broad importance
I am fettered and I am not





Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-10-07 at 11:25

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Wonderful use of the language as usual.
2016-10-13