semiotic and silenced by madness
semiotic and silenced by madnessyou interpret all in such a different way
in your own quiet storm unfolding
as you talk of weather and ice
sleep is not in your best interest
you dance to music only you can hear
I saw you in dog swollen cold November
a bitch bloated in the ongoing of life
waiting for a final call
I called out for a vet any vet
you roamed ahead a broken wind
with eyes runny nothing more
steepled and towered above frosty roofs
I remember a Russian that never lost
his early years to beast or bottle
representing impossible hope
with few days to reckon and embrace
hearing ice dressing the water
Poetry by Bob
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