Still Life Poem by Justin Aptaker
Still Life
couple on a motor
cycle with a death wish
drum drops
still pond
early morning
coolness broken
pull that poison, pull it deeply
deeply, deeply
pull it deeply
keep that breath, like memory bitter
sweetly taste that lungs can know
a good will, strong, and a one hundred
these are made alone
for breaking
benjamin Wishing, Well behind
our time,
our pennies
are made
for throwing
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4/19/2024 12:51:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
pull that poison, pull it deeply deeply, deeply pull it deeply keep that breath, like memory bitter.addiction described very well my dear poet. a reckless life leads to failure and ultimate ruin......you have expressed it very well my dear poet. tony