patience is a virtue (Remove filter)
sine wave II (05/19/2020)
the low spot
familiar hammock,
hung loping
silken tar pit
draping and folding;
a salve of shirked living
soothing until it's not
until it's too heavy
until it's a mountain too smooth and soft to climb
until my limbs rend
salted and wet
slow-cooked into apathy.
exhaustion press'd
(rye and ginger, lemon, soda
left half emptied
beaded condensations le...
Tuesday 19th May 2020 2:41 pm
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