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.
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Thought I’d try to use all the B words to describe one…
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2023
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