RegretA Poem by PeteOnly that day dawns to which we are awake. - Thoreaunecessitous, panicked fingers adjure the uncongenial buttons of a tepid microwave the displeasure of its turntable littered with undigested spillover from the past like a toxic merry-go-round gnarled intestines of an indisposed, nauseated dawn vomit the misgivings of a weighty, nigrified night a half-baked, arranged marriage of unaccepted truth consummated vehemently splattered in perpetuity i wonder how long such a nuked, adjudicated union will last i wonder where they met why can't today ingest all of that was that the timer that i heard never a dewy sponge around when i need one you've got to begin to defrost before you can sweat i guess we're never really all set i wonder if 'tis morning yet © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on January 31, 2024 Last Updated on February 1, 2024 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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