ominous into the verbal

ominous into the verbal
the herbal the frivolous roll
across the circus floor
I it seems do not walk gently
nor read my timed future
in leaves or yarrow sticks

serendipity is like fox trot
a night at the Cavern
so many years ago
before noon was a matter
of getting your shit together
with cast iron lampposts on the run

sold out will not matter
when dark rain is in reverse
time is a bright badge brigade
facing inevitable erasure
in a movie made for one
and the last trampoline



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-12-04 at 03:05

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