Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2020
the last life-extinguishing black night of the soul
can be commodified.

I sit here in perfect awareness,
which is perfect pain,
which is infinite despair,
and I tell you this:

This Poem is good for one large pizza with onions
on the planet Quiilo.

do you know some one or thing against whom brutal injustice was done?
find an agent
offer not good outside jurisdiction of the Megaborg Federation
Written by
tonylongo  67/Genderqueer/Brooklyn, NY
(67/Genderqueer/Brooklyn, NY)   
87
       ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems