excerciseA Poem by Benny SwellsspewingOrdinary faulty townspeople Crowing their lungs Battered sheep with grimy wool mittens Fighting for endearing monopolies Cannibals and jackolanterns Windswept streets Doorknobs turning at the impossible Seafood chowder sellers on the coast Daily catches miniscule Red robins scorched and troubled Dirty doormat Scrubbed faded Welcoming no one Cracked sidewalks graffiti torn Roots push through Grapefruit is a citrus Trash cans detritus Black cats slinking through the alley Heads poking through slits in the fence There the leaves find solace in their
colours Red with green veins Footprints trodden all around © 2016 Benny Swells |
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1 Review Added on October 25, 2016 Last Updated on October 25, 2016 AuthorBenny SwellsToronto, Ontario, CanadaAbouti'm a writer i'm a tographer i'm a lover i'm a sinner i'm a saint i do not feel ashamed more..Writing
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