Peter Timothy McQueeny
An Infernal Poem Of Ultimate Destruction And Finality - Poem by Peter Timothy McQueeny
His car exploded
And he watched his past burn into the driveway
He is now safe to unite with the NOW and the FUTURE
It was time for it to die, his past
And die it did, as it had lived
In an inferno of abhorrent nonsense
An infernal poem of ultimate destruction and finality
That set him free
As he willed the flames not to touch the house
Up to the eaves as they were
Crusted husk that it now is/was/will always have been
The biggest fucking period you ever saw.
That’s THE END of that chapter.
I get it!
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