Used Up Scowl Poem by sean north

Used Up Scowl



Who can drain
a cup of sorrow
tip it up and
choke and swallow

Who must fill
this empty space
find you out
behind your face

and, wheres to run
stops this thinking
finds a place that
is not sinking

Not mixed up in
the snarl of now
in used up scowl
to wonder how

Who can smile
with all this bleach
bottled look and
fresh shaved peach

Thursday, October 19, 2017
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Bernard F. Asuncion 19 October 2017

Such a brilliant write, Sean.... a full 10++++

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