Backed up, like sewage pipes. Billowing
Bluff. Exhausted aroma of populations
Enough. Consume for sick Tuesday.
Rumbling threw a new sale. Dispose.
Funnelled in rows, anonymous masks,
Sneezing contaminate rolls. More cars,
Believe me there’s more, sore rivers,
Blocked pores. Aggressively saying,
Avoided furore. Stagnant with wrapping,
Lost to a cause rainy day parades, Sin
Soluble in stomach pains. Hungry still.
Finding it harder for festivities frills.
Manufacture to capture, in rapturous
Pills. This year, I’m odder than even.
Cant bare destruction, constructivist see
Cover the planet, foils never degrade.
Pretty in lights, chocking a fox, squirrel.
More to peril, swallowed by seals. Meal
-Deal to kill u new pup, blankets song,
Bleaker than officious pricks, with uniforms on. Sycophantic, I’m not. Blot
On the landscape I don’t want it. Stop.
About the Creator
Paul Beckett
I’m a writer, horologist & joy filled explorer. Reality to me is plastic. I’m fascinated with time, quantum physics, analogue and fashion.
My writings at least 69% autobiographical, often 99%
Fav:Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams- S.Plath
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