A Catch Phrase
words to move
fit the grove
into the haze
a smoky room
city rattle-boom
on rainy days
a maze of thought
twists the space sought
between ears painted in rage
of passing years that turn a page
tunnel vision
on television
where all the just
buried love in dust
and all the world must
dig around to find it
find it inside
Copyright © Dc Bursey | Year Posted 2017
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