Copious plumes of smoke in the room.
These existential issues are as loaded as you.
Soul the hue of soot cooked to soles of our spoons.
Cereal surreal. Smoke a bowl of Fruit Loops.
Inner child in denial. A photo of two
reflections reflecting. Both of them you.
The ghost of a clone. Throat in a noose.
In the mirror you kick the chair but don’t know from who.
Last edited by dull boy; 12-29-2019 at 04:49 PM.
|