Poem / Poetry
Miscellaneous / Flash Fiction
I'm an ancient fossil in a younger mans
time warped conclusion.
An ungrateful backstabbing clerk behind the counter of an unauthorized illusion.
I've grown weary of the blood-soaked hands of teary-eyed hustlers,
and bargain basement farmers in two-bit silos with
dusty wigs & hair-lipped sorrows.
I got pensions in far off dimensions, paralyzed eyes and immunized style.
I got a tree trunk full of sarcasm, a heart sick with love
and fingers burning a lavender pulse.
I got a broken back, heart attack stare and
timeless emotions gasping for air.
I'm a penniless drifter sifting through the white sands of an overcast winter,
Staring down the barrel of an hourglass...
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