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Jul 24
Suffering is a hovering

mother ship made of cheap napkins

hardened by ***** spilled

in shame and shadow

by (fill in the blank).

It's a crumbling mobile home

awaiting the day it's replaced

by the space it defamed

with it's sloppy symmetry.

We could raze it with a lazy

string of syllables, but we...

We flicker; pixels on the screen

of a digital camera discovered in a yard sale

under the tyrant-sun of a southern summer


"I'll give ya four for it.", we mutter to the deity

sipping ice water in their plastic lawn chair.

Brandon Eli Ragland
Written by
Brandon Eli Ragland  30/M/hendersonville tn
(30/M/hendersonville tn)   
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