O, Lve
love lies in pieces
half of it at home
big part with you
rest, out the door
landing on billboard posters
taken with exhaust
of a fleet distribution network
interstate trailer trucks
particles on people I work with
particles with strangers in pain
molecules on pornography
quarks within the city state
what's the use of gathering it
purpose of reproducing yourself
I live for explosions of daisies
in colors, thoughts, and movement
Taylor Crowshaw
Tue 18th Sep 2018 07:21
Thought provoking poem. Very clever. Love it..?