I will leave your
Plums in the icebox
However, cold and sweet they may be
I will not borrow a cigarette
Or inhale
What you've released
I will leave that typewriter
Alone, and
All of it's working keys
I will not collect afterthoughts
That you ball up
And discard nightly
I will no longer consume your words
Like cyanide, and
Sun-warmed tea
I will let the worms consume you
So you may
Sleep in peace
Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
I will leave your
Plums in the icebox
However, cold and sweet they may be
I will not borrow a cigarette
Or inhale
What you've released
I will leave that typewriter
Alone, and
All of it's working keys
I will not collect afterthoughts
That you ball up
And discard nightly
I will no longer consume your words
Like cyanide, and
Sun-warmed tea
I will let the worms consume you
So you may
Sleep in peace
