Whim of a Whim
Hanging in the inside of a drain
as change tries to wash me down
trying to de-ass my head
if you are on the verge
of a breakdown
wouldn't you step over the line
Chases best when the goose
is at its wildest
Improperly proper
Is that life or did a fart just itself
The night pulls itself
across the sky
as my sighs try to capture the twinkling dead light
and the chill wears my skin
and no effort can begin
for i no longer can lift my chin
Just the whim of a whim
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2019
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