Treasure Starved Poem by sean north

Treasure Starved



Who knows how
A heads
Screwed on, Here.
Have more butter
With your
Cream jam scone

Or why a head
Sits on the
Shoulder
Of freeways
That @ night get
so much colder

And so much powers
Holding so much pain
To do it in Your name

And so little liquid
Finds so much pleasure
Seems we starved for it
like Treasure

Wednesday, August 23, 2017
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