Third Floor and Celery
Third Floor
Reality distraction
staples in the wall of my loneliness
plastered over
to gain permanency
but as a lightweight spackle,
haphazardly poised on the rusty putty knife,
is used to smooth out
the wall
with childlike enjoyment
staples find freedom
flying...
down below someone utters
uninterruptible profanity
Celery
hard times
and they told me those are
the celery sticks cracking
kid
Copyright © Cs Parker | Year Posted 2017
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