You know what I’d do
When I get these
Cold hands upon
A Polaroid?
...
I sauntered past the vestibule,
And acquired myself a seat -
A rampant, fidgety chair that
Was sullied by the patrons.
...
Gravity worked upon
The asphalts.
Rain fell madly
Upon the rooftops,
...
There is a warfare of
Pyrotechnics in the sky
That heralds the enigmatic
Moon.
...
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Tinkers
Slowly, these chimeras
The quagmire in the burning of the hours
...
A lion,
Who devours the squalor
Of a world that reeks of mire.
He is the flame of an ire,
...
In front of a typewriter
I am 19 minutes away
From death.
10: 00 PM in the cynosure
...
I am cordially
And emphatically invited
By the ways
And means of
...
Your death was a play,
Claiming as if
You died waiting
There out in the cold
...