poem 12 2017

April 12, 2017 § Leave a comment

waiting for the day shift

the goings on inside my head

s✺t✺o✺p✺p✺e✺d

everything so much noise

I couldn’t hear

you rubbing my ear like

the washing machine went tits up
during the spin cycle

and the mechanic was on his way

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