Auto-SyncA Poem by Carlton RolleI auto-sync to the house. Even when the kids jump about. Wash the dishes. Sweep the floor. Re-dusting all of the décor. Time is essential. Kept away from the tap. I hate when it starts to evaporate. Like the day was wasted. Chasing the confiscated. I wait for the time to relax and unwind. Before it’s time to call it quits, I empty out the condiments. © 2016 Carlton Rolle |
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Carlton RolleNew York City, NYAboutI write because I must. Keeping towards a way to seek the message. Something that we all need, trust, and love. To speak an existence. To understand something's life. To work on hope and companio.. more..Writing
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