I walk the nudity of broken chains

I walk the nudity of broken chains
wallowing in tides rolling the weed
just to put a smile back on old streets
once in such a in its time so its own
not missed because of the distance
from here to bonds of a different kind
defying like us the booming brevity
sending cat storms and dark salt
into the paper cuts of being here today

I walk the cruelty and the commodity
of today breaking mirrors like breathing
I see the hear me and the see you calling
in wells of not so good bellowing in smoke
dark what's it all for in a windy day
when I see you and you in the I see
it is more than water a deed done air
time is pillowed by the fountain of naught
it is of a child's stone in a way sort of




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-10-13 at 16:53

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Your work is always a very pleasant surprise:)
2015-10-13