Now Snot-Wax Despair Poem by John Schwarz

Now Snot-Wax Despair



Now Snot-wax Despair
Clogs my ears and nose.
Is that my brain up there
Oozing and creaking?

Noon

This sun is warm
But the shadows are ominous

In a vacant lot
A few weeds stuck
In cinders and red clay
Tremble in the wind.

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