Grammatical Error
Our World is so fucked, the gulf is
crying out in oil suds mixed Fossil Fuels
-all-
-gone-
-dry-
In this heat wave they speak, as I
kick
leaves in duck-taped strides,
I wish I could fall-lie
As Hermes dives to the side of every
Poet's cry...
There is a voice to be heard.
A distant train silhouette in the mismatched
sentence, yes tell us why?
Curious as Cat-In-Hat, mischievous
as This-Or-That,
where would the power dream?
Of
Us
Worthy,
of what we feel inside, a
-survival kit, -a heart's wish
or a -simple stitch..
of eloquent words and sighs.
To Bee,
what,
It ought To Be.
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