Sunday, 27 March 2016


Metal cans upon Earth
Tin fish in a classroom
Catalogs of cloth, the color lime
heavy tread of platform boots
I wonder how lost Identity is
suited men among crows
melted frosting upon road
wrinkled skin like rotted potato covering
Allurement no longer strings
sweet tunes of harmony
Fame captured in a golden frame
inevitability of Transition,
the unwelcome guest.

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