Nothings On
Buck off a twenty; should twenty
buckshots mean nineteen too many?
Extinguished abruptly,
with Godspeed so mighty,
effortlessly shattered,
sending molars afar.
So far they say a
shard was found in
the neighbor's yard.
Found someone at the bar.
Didn't want to get in the car.
Pray tell, that didn't get far.
I arrive at the walkway;
I push past a pause, just
I can't stand until
standing right side up,
I saw this rerun show.
Chest cavity. Ghost town captivity
to gesture from behind,
telling, "They were scared."
Startled, so too are we.
Starting up again, approached
closer with a tender voice.
Damn! Blasted fantasy poaching,
encroaching as the situation
abused the determination. In
determination abused, saw
and became amused.
Morals annihilate as
fury eradicates saving grace.
Roof off mouth demonstrates a
desperate need to escape.
Erupting out, fountain snatch;
flung, streamers are strung
about—it's raining.
However, it had ended
before
any ringing got started.
Destroy the annoyance so
they
can bury a face,
not only a body.
At least...
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