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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

saturday.

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

sipping ice water in their plastic lawn chair.



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