(Courtesy of Photowall)

Poem: grim reaper’s webs

  • September 13, 2021
(Courtesy of Photowall)
(Courtesy of Photowall)

latticed row-by-row,

hanging from pinpoints under the sky

buildings of inky grey and black, swirls 

melting across their borders

a shadow of what-if events drained away

breathless, collapse on your back

muted, lolls your head,

hear the monitor




kicking and cursing

from behind the glasses hung over your heavy lidded eyes

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