Soul Ketchup
mostly when you leave
the sunshine stays, but it’s all different
and the hollowness
and the opression
and the muzziness
and the fecklessness
and the lassitude
and all that other things, even slightly
hit sharply like soul lightnings
and fire tornadoes
and the beating tomato of my heart
feels like a ketchup trapped in a bottle
but I‘ll always wait until that day
when I can see you again
Copyright © William Greco | Year Posted 2017
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