dipped into rates of a doled

dipped into rates of a doled
phosphorous fraud
serendipity sticks it to the ducks
endowing bleak afternoon fading
with specks of dark silver
flittering in the old way

there is a message here somewhere
night is a capsule of white dust
there is no hope of ever surviving
the human condition
there is no more
after the first death




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-02-05 at 22:25

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"serendipity sticks it to the ducks"

--- bravo!
2017-02-06