WeA Poem by ChemicalMadnessall my cupboards have been stripped bare but not clean
without plates how will we eat anything left to gnaw on the hollow scraps of lingering dispassion
still we search for a cup that wicked chipped saucer even the blue black butter dish (fast forgotten like wedding gifts) has gone
prepared for a move left only with crimson-curled lining paper rendered brittle with aging decay penny store protection decomposed as though ravaged by scavenging flame
they never look the same purpose free and without content supporting the air apathetic (apologetic?) wondering what will become of we the forgotten
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Added on April 12, 2013Last Updated on April 12, 2013 AuthorChemicalMadnessAboutHopefully you find something in some of my words here...If not, there is beauty in the music (which is not mine, clearly). Listen....always listen. more..Writing
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