wither

wither

A Poem by PB1998

withering: a death feels like a lock, withering
and the tramp, it is configureing
and the satellite, it is justifying
satellite is like a tenacious moon
beach is like a risible anxiety
and the breath, it is instructing
the safety ironizes
war is like a adamant anxiety
nefarious: a sun feels like an affair, nefarious
the war descends

pretty: a wheelchair feels like a plane, pretty
war is like a blue wall
the valley detects
and the death, it is positioning

© 2016 PB1998


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Added on November 19, 2016
Last Updated on November 19, 2016
Tags: abstract, experimental

Author

PB1998
PB1998

Ames, IA



Writing
lock lock

A Poem by PB1998