Rattlers and Shooting Stars
I don't chirp very much... anymore.
I prefer to show case this journey in stanza.
Those open-ended cages that shooting stars and rattlers
occasionally escape from.
I choose not to be around the "them."
the earth stream is cascading with "them"
the users
the flame throwers of hurt and abuse
the spoilers of the soul
Polluters of good dreams.
I prefer to nest in a maelstrom of verse,
and the wonderful shadows they breed.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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