• jdalewrites (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  A Sunday Off

  Ambiance in the breeze. A song; Whitmanian whistle. If only I could whistle fluently, to capture the songs within mid-April breeze. I usurp the the wind chimes with austere…

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• jdalewrites (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  Drains

  I look down into the murky abyss of my bathroom sink, listening to the satisfying hum of hydrogen peroxide. Where do sewers go for a cleansing, a baptism? They have one use…

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• jdalewrites (25)in #poetry • 8 years ago

  Untitled

  A tree fell on my car today killing me instantly. A mile away, a man photographed the lightning strike that hit the oak. Published it nationwide, spun an agenda, won an…

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