Twenty

Here is a blade, serrated, almost as jagged as voice:

From cigarettes and contemporary musings,

I found myself amused by dark alleys and abused by dark alleys.

What the plight of a seed sower has to offer?

No, you would not want to know, rightfully.

Truthfully, you too. You, too.

Pragmatism begets the impotent in experience,

as a first day worker in the field.

Pickings aplenty, time is thin, always.

Haste allows accidental newgrowth,

which happens to be,

never conducive to planting the most.