Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Saturday, October 28, 2023

"Bomb squad"

 Bomb Squad

Like a skittish colt on Sunday morning

Or, a bomb squad just receiving warning

Blood that burns like lava flowing rock

A mind like cheapest jewelry out for hock

Is me in your presence


I don't know why but I really, really like this one.  Maybe it stirs anticipation.

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