Best Counters Poems

Racing thoughts strangle me,
My attention is single minded.
Like an animal, I begin to hunt
For my true nirvana.

My hands are clawing counters and my eyes pursue the floor.
Instincts are taking over and I begin to sniff.

Where is my shameful secret, a bottle so discreet?
My dirty little...

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The Color of Lightning
David J Walker
 
After the funeral 
With the solo sung and hung 
in the confines of the chapel
Staining the main
pictographs windows of
Forgotten sins and saints

The flowers were claimed by
blind and lame mourners whose aim
it was to sell them on the once 
busy...

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