I Could Write About the Smile Shared With Dog
Know that this purr-ing cat
will probably eat my face
how many wings are stored
how many insect spindles
how many bugged ladies
too little buttered flies
not a bad word for the cloud
drizzle doesn't frazzle
A bed without an azzled
cursed by my humanity
if only i could get
out of me
but then youse would still
be here
c'mon the rip
the tear
did he meen mean
was the tear a tare
Humanity's the scar
reality will never share
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2021
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