In times of aging weather-halls ache, breaking simple minds. Prefer the biscuit tellers who wrecking havock over dreads. I sat and watched 'bismal fountains mount. ugh, what languish shall i weep? when times die, seasons cream and medecine fails to feed the happy. Have not i a single tear to cry? I, lost withint the boot of underwhere... straving, struggling, stealing.. leech on a limpet morsel, i'm sucking my nextdoor neighbours sugar, whilst beating me down with a spliff. help not want not, did i say a brief hello? as my grief entailed the thinking. dare i keep the drips from your eyes, i cannot share an A4 CV with shackled words. The prove but wait,they don't. Can i but keep this moment or drown it. aid i wis but prayers work better. I scream in my head consistently how can reality be this dumb... pick up my popsicletear-dribbles and move me along til you reach your next customer.
i think people should comment on at least one other poem before posting one of their own....there's so many poems on here with no comments...
