Binge

His boredom conquered discipline again; a bridge thus built has no one else to blame. A blazing dumpster fire bloomed from within, like breathing, birth unnoticed when it came. Audacious that a button made of cork might detonate and on his soul impinge. Believe not blood, instead apply the torque, and so begins another drinking binge.
—————— Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Bueckert Avatar
April 12, 2023 at 2:48 PM
Intriguing word connects, I like how this came out, nicely done :)
Fowler Avatar
March 28, 2023 at 12:34 PM
Lots of images going on here Jeff. In these few lines is the mind's dark handiwork. Well done! :)
Willason Avatar
March 26, 2023 at 5:51 PM
The poem takes one into a sad world . An inspired write Jeff. "Button made of cork might detonate" an example...a great image.
Kyser Avatar
March 26, 2023 at 7:20 PM
Thanks so much for comments on my odd poems… Glad this draws from a greatly distant past!
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