Let’s Just Pitch It (Quickly, Quickly Now)

 

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This poem is a brandied
belch, the un
quiet squelching
of song. It’s got a long

long way to go before
it can plow through all this
endless (s)now. It needs a
drink, a think

-in(k) cap, a quiet tap
on the shoulder from a
waiting noose,
a slap in the face from an
indelicate muse. It’s refuse
-ing to con

-form a single coherent
thought, caught in a web
of its own li(n)es.

It’s pining for trees
and breeze and indigo
sway, a moon to
swoon to, a slice of sky.

It’s stuffed
to the gills with un
-answered why, and no
where
……..(for).

Hand me that bag, there.
I’m ’bout to
turn it
into something breath
-less, bleeding.

and if it won’t fit in the
trash,

let’s burn it
……….(before reading.)

 

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Took the weekend off to give my 3D world some TLC, including getting rid of some stuff. 😉
Catching up with Quickly, slowly. 

 

 

 

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