Silver
Nosed Poets
the
dregs
of dinner
glisten
w/ gore
mottled
flasks
sapped
banter
modest
but
charged
full
bellies
empty
heads
yoke
tossed
apart
by a
cagey
tangle
of
abstruse
( pome art )
***
Nothing but a poem from me today. I wrote this sitting in an ambulance yesterday while accompanying a loved one to and from a medical appointment. Sometimes the darkest hours still offer a little bit of light.
In propinquity,
Nic
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