Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
What sad concoctions can we table tonight? "He said as he typed, back sore from being stacked against wood"; inexplicable surges pay for what is one of the last sites, but holding own in the throat- a part us, a part I, a cut high, all in cool, soft as toffee- sour fun detonates like a gust from a passing subway car, jolting hands slap on a turtleneck as prudent insurance
0
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Alfaaz, 4
What sad concoctions can we table tonight? "He said as he typed, back sore from being stacked against wood"; inexplicable surges pay for what is one of the last sites, but holding own in the throat- a part us, a part I, a cut high, all in cool, soft as toffee- sour fun detonates like a gust from a passing subway car, jolting hands slap on a turtleneck as prudent insurance
Written by
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 12:29 PM UTC
Request permission to use this poem