SummersA Poem by Ripped Denim 💜
aging out and away on lists
cooked up by smug economists a jumble of well-ordered delusions electrified glowing extrusions stirring dreamy drowsy sighted lake swirling into a rivering wakewending among sleepwalking sands the grit of this waking, inner land crumbs of salt rain from a bow "that was from eight years ago..." old haunts untwined, afterburned with bloodied knuckle tangents returned surface adorned in arcane relief in-fancy, shrugged off from beliefhow howled dreamtime remits repayment plus interest seemly fits into a pair of misgiven jeans sequenced genome's splitting seams of chaos-machines' dumb-doled misnomers of fragile flowers' doldrum midsummers spinning silver tales of springs unseen and of summers' winters yet undreamedyarns unraveled, implanted to grow into new life asking, "how does it go...?" should a petal floating find its way a silence song for sanguine skies to rest on gulfing gaze of languid bays and in heathy heart eternal lies. © 2019 Ripped Denim 💜 |
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