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A Poem by Tim Lion

 

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Children dissolve into the front lawn,

Hairs individually lose color and fall,

Sharp eyes dull and pain crawls the frame.

 

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Purpose outlived,

The old machine becomes a rusty derelict

With a flaking façade and tetanus intentions.

 

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I hear that,

Sometimes,

Strays go there to die.

© 2011 Tim Lion


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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



About
Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..

Writing
oh sorry, oh sorry,

A Poem by Tim Lion