Not Like This
Revelations,
intimating sanctions,
sailing you to make-shifts,
assailing with blank lips-
I rock Hetty,
while she make's a day-list,
I'm rock steady,
but she's having her hanky tins.
We both have a family-
they all have flailing limbs,
why can't we get along on a train we ask?
But soon lose to space ships
Copyright © Jimmi Canada | Year Posted 2017
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