Sunday, July 21, 2019



This is the way it all will end
Not with a whimper
Nor guarded whisper
But a boom clang
Pan to the floor crash rattle
Blast a hole in the drywall
Ball through the glass bang
Everything smashed
While only on the inside
Do the walls crumble
Without a sound down
And I'm standing in rubble 
While I sweep
The shards of glass 
Poised to pierce
the unprepared hide
On the outside


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