runny eggs
letters never rhyme with words,
like the moon's distant from the sun,
hissing are the bats so unheard
and pleading is no-one.
Forests burn by the mornings
and.....painted are the reds,
skulls since Racism
of hating the Indians
or the Mexicans.
Or the Latinos,
Or the blacks,
He's worse than sins
banked chips in casino
over the dearth of a river's banks.
Street-lights flickering
Until Dawn whitens.
Pebble beaches hurt the feet.
Propaganda's sunken
to ease the pain of our toes
An edge of stones we knew,
and how the searches glow
Cold are the ifs and the hows
And Barista coffee of mornings
seize a moment and lose the speech,
I stopped believing since the last chill
of an unknown of a dying will,
and now moving in the Russians....
Vodka with ice-blocks orange
I once had love,
in my child's tummy,
Sighted above,
eggs runny,
walked before the dummy...
Quake from the above
English 18th century
I once had love,
in a child's tummy,
Sighted above,
eggs runny,
bulldog scummy
I'm flying boxing gloves
as the day's now sunny.......
You can't haphazardly
destroy what is already
not fractured but broken.
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