Curtains Close Dust-Filled Windows. Poem by Alistair Plint

Desperation makes my stomach
twirl
whirl
twist, and purl
The nausea
raises
-boosts
expands and lifts
swollen tonsils

Suddenly
tears in the blubbering wallet;
crab whimpering bank number
become a disgust
with self
that costs
all confidence
esteem, control, and ability

On a knee of prayer
begging for
braided rope
that won't [break]

Just to giggle
at the
face
of deep
disappointment



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