Bridge
Secrets of strangers,
a rotating beast of bangers',
a wobbling at least to show how to stumble,
a vanish less half-hat hung from the dread,
it is sonorous because of the angle it deflects,
it is unto us because that's what it says...
More fair than Donavan,
but a little less than he bets,
a sore stretch of vigilance but also a creamy whip from the test.
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2017
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