I've no lack of material
it's settling on a spew
wind and twist down corridors
may-hap, more than one
or two
A train that leaves the station
terminus unsound, unset
bad choice of destination
paint will not dry
not yet
Rumbling the rails
rhythm changes, and adapts
fearing poetic fail
past the broken lines
and traps
So it'll go, unwritten
words through cracks and gaps
once shy, and twice bitten
it all adds up
too crap
Aug 20, 2019
Aug 20, 2019 at 10:19 PM UTC
I've no lack of material
it's settling on a spew
wind and twist down corridors
may-hap, more than one
or two
A train that leaves the station
terminus unsound, unset
bad choice of destination
paint will not dry
not yet
Rumbling the rails
rhythm changes, and adapts
fearing poetic fail
past the broken lines
and traps
So it'll go, unwritten
words through cracks and gaps
once shy, and twice bitten
it all adds up
too crap
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