A sideline:
Nomark stands on a horizon
governed by others
and has no fingers of his own to point
Every misbegotten instinct
tells him to run
from these verbose prigs,
but instincts are felt
not read or heard
Nomark squints as there is sun rising,
in colours that chafe
like eighties underwear
that didn’t breathe
He tries breathing
on his own awhile
Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 9:35 AM UTC
A sideline:
Nomark stands on a horizon
governed by others
and has no fingers of his own to point
Every misbegotten instinct
tells him to run
from these verbose prigs,
but instincts are felt
not read or heard
Nomark squints as there is sun rising,
in colours that chafe
like eighties underwear
that didn’t breathe
He tries breathing
on his own awhile
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