Browning Street Poem by B. R. Dionysius

Browning Street



Sometime,
in the early hours
of the morning,
an albino cockroach

anointed his bare feet.

The world
didn't miss
a beat.

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B. R. Dionysius

B. R. Dionysius

Queensland / Australia
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