~A grimy, grimace of a grungy summer day~
Good Morning!
let the un-fun sting,
as the ardor never begins,
forecast a grimy grimace of a lousy
day ahead, at best, a clouded mess,
just to differentiate between bereaved
periods of rain, that train you in windows~
avoidance, for a grunge gloomy invades
all six senses (including the brain)
where all are concatenated),
and you can actually feel
the pallor descending
from brow to the bow
of your container,
feet swelling,
and you
in addition
to avoiding windows,
put some towels out over
all the mirrors, lest your pallor,
ah,
too late,
the grim grimace of grunted day
arrived even before the poem
was conceived, I deceived,
once more, the bore drill
drives a tubular of
despondency into
my spinal seam
Whether Weather Wither Whine Wailing
*****-Nilly Wade Why Why Writer
Why, Writer?
yeah, good morning…
