Just make it stop
I am lost
My focus gone
Held like a spade
Earth coated tongue
Concrete blocking the way
Veins of my arms stiff brush strokes
Gin loosed pen
Musical sevenths
What gives when she
(patient as a snake), speaks lovingly?
I want my eyes out (my inner eye to see)
If I could just make it stop, tell the world
evenly
James A Bullion, September 14
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