I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Let’s pretend the worst is really over Carry on bravely toward what looks like The past, just before we dove for cover
By D. J. Reddall3 years ago in Poets
Tautologies tantalize thoughtful types Taking things to torturous termini The teacher tells turgid tales, truly tripes;
The bed is made for unmaking’s sake Dishes are washed to new messes make Crisp laundry beckons stains From routine, meaning drains
Matter in motion Measured only by freezing Paradox performed
Cigarette sears snow Blanketing somnolent soil Dreaming of spring air
The river speaks blue Navy nouns and Venice verbs It demands justice
Sovereign stalagmite Heavier than villainy Gossiping with clouds
