Free verse № 29811
A hard life
From pristine shelter
into stoic virgin vastness
Travelling through
the whiteness of time
standing still.
To tunnel
into an individual world
and sit staring
jigging.
A pull.
Finger tracing
the hash marked flesh
and freedoming.
Striking
bundling
returning
To his sweet prune
and raisins
that use
Nothing more.
20 comments
jigging" this made me bend over with laughter. Granted the third vodka tonic helped, but this is comic genius. A work of heartbreaking staggering genius.
you frustrate me!
leave it be!
changed. Anything else that might help?
And, thank you.
nice retouches here's a x-mas present. enjoy.
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