innit your day?



Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where
many dreams and adventures are wrenched
from a youngster's brooding petulance ...

Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires
guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt
spewing silently from a tattered billfold.

What a present: timely to an empty fridge,
in the hallway, a growing pile of washing
impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.




Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2022-05-10 at 12:19

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Ingvar Loco Nordin The PoetBay support member heart!
The appearance of common occurrences blooming out of the watchful eye and mind of the poet is dearly appreciated! Nothing is of uninterest! All things are wormholes into mysterious universes!
2022-05-10