Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Dec 2015
The hands on the clock won't quit
two sticks push forward with an enunciated tick
Dotted lines round the edges marking seconds like graves
A life quite peculiar, suited only for the brave.
noiredaises
Written by
noiredaises  USA
(USA)   
296
   Got Guanxi
Please log in to view and add comments on poems