R.P. Grcic Poet Rhyme

26-9-2024

First one in everyone knows, 
Last one in the one everyone tip toes. 
Thirsts something everyone knows, 
Glass out for a drink but nobody passed the hose. 

Is dying living forever,
Who really knows? 
Breathing in fire, 
Singing to see the ashen snows. 
I’m trying to live until whenever, 
Only the tombstone will ever really know. 
Sleeping post sun rising, 
Feeding trees bones as we decompose. 
Nothing more Romeo than watching my eyes close, 
Nothing but poetry that nobody knows, 
But the smile on my face still always shows. 
The smile that’s stuck in place, 
The face that always stays froze. 
Dial in the number you haven’t for days, 
Listen to the ringing preceding the tone. 
Stare out the window to the summer haze, 
Go outside, 
Playing in that ashen snow.

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