Christopher Quigley Poet Free verse

All Those These's Weren'T

thoseies
what was i best at at work
throwing scrunched up paper into the bins
proud to be unproud
like to stretch elastiiiiiiiiiiiiic
evangelically
Still sitting on the sil of silly
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obtuse
sanity never had a use
all the fight never
one neo eon and on
End with a swung took
to everyone and their God
worthless to the point
burnt all the amed
now its ash
couldn't felt
write watt scrambled sword i
wanting the tare to come
and whatever takes its place
sinews of cuts and bruises
hold hands over
-----------------the schism chasm
i write because these words were mean
Tee up its new born other
vowels-----------------------my fingers-------------------------con    stant ants
Betting on the ween
four thought
fore think
for thoughties to
the turn of the urn as it runs
the turn of the urn as it runs-all just a re-run

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