incendiary devices ignite day's duality


incendiary devices ignite day's duality
one for the road and one for the emptiness
there are samples of true illusion
by the daily gate of I told you so

wish there were more than airwaves
moving short feet seaweed hair forest lost
just one more silly hand out potion
in hallways with caryatids in mourning

must love this Russian composition
that rolls thunderous dark into green spliffs
ignited and believed in by small crowds
in an attempt at forgetfulness

last man woe briefly stands
in wait of the clipping of the ticket
there is no winner no count down
no trace no go in emptiness




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2016-01-11 at 22:36

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