one on the rise

one on the rise
the other in the pocket
good men
will never make a point

walk me intoxicated
imbibed fumed
rolled into a poem
before invisible I

dark dragons roar
two feet below
the present
I will not cry



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-11-12 at 09:04

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