suddenness is a quiet mistress

suddenness is a quiet mistress
tilting the beach
just to see funny mushrooms flash

there is a grey accountability
pitching for ruler ship
docking with the rest of us

there's air in a dark rift
where the sun comes in
baking dead skin in a hot context

there are mean dogs in the machinery
confused level controls
setting fire to lost understanding

resemble a garden
drive nails into the precious
find your shoes

why is not a question anymore
it coincides with the day we left
in a magic bus from Amsterdam




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-06-01 at 18:41

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