not your day, today
Belatedly, towing a rustworn Saab, wheremany dreams and adventures are wrenched
from a youngster's brooding petulence...
Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tyres
gutteral screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.
What a present timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2019-10-30 at 14:43
Tags Youth Woe Dark
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