Get Your Premium Membership

Sliding Back

vertiginous in a virulent cityscape gagging on gritty gray gloom luckless in a loveless race at the bottom of a solipsistic sinkhole
(\\\\?!?!----!?!?\\\\)
exhausted by lucent losses lying low & flying blindly behind sliding back into Whateverland where dust confronts the futile frontier

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things