The Morning After... (10/1/2024)
plangit forgot nine none of 'em
nuked a bomb hangar half dand
bands scerfing a sound of sofa loud shounds
gowns torn into blown off hands
hounds howling for a clown frown
bow for the speakers, bow the the leakers
the bottle is cracked & broken
jam and jelly and jars all over my toesies
glass so far in the skin it's an organ
glass so far in the eye it's my thoughts
glass so far in the ear I remember the echoes
glass so far in the thought it's a memory
pieces heard in the early morning, my strings stabbed
my strings laced and needled moss vase
you were dancing like it couldn't be contained
but in the jar you were stirred and separated nice & shamed
planned as a plain vandalism practiced sprayed paint
on the boards and got into the command base
sirens eaten after fishing for their remains
the shores poisoned by an ocean tanker liner
skipping down the bowling lanes, swirling your paint
into mine, we drank the mixed up tainted ways
waking up the next day was a waste
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