Young eyes saw poetry in peeling paint
older now
just reminds me of what I ain't
I see you through the window
Rippling flower ghost over the ground
Sunlight through wavey still water panes
Icy stiff sills barring me the gravy train
I pray This too shall come to pass
Cause it's awful dry words
Finding the bottom of my glass
abrupt skits, painful theatre, improv of the absurd
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About Me
- Russell Maycumber
- St. Augustine, Florida, United States
- I spill ink ,it collects here.
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