seemingly out of touch
seemingly out of touchbred for money reasons only
the one-eyed beast
bursts into any open market
demanding free rolls and spins
and wired rye sandwiches
with pickled tuna
to go
ramadan or bleak easter sundays
songs in memory of comets
that once drew thin lines
in make believe skies
the human folly
is but a true misconception
melting like cannabis oil
in a hot sugar pan
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-11-10 at 21:13
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by Bob Latest textsI seldom walkthere’s a rumor there will be no full stop so many regrets who am I |
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