Tuesday, October 15, 2024

poem

 Venous Return

Anytime I get lost I just find a vein

On your arm and follow it back

To your heart 


Arteries are paths for skeleton pirates

To tote their treasures downriver

Deep into the hungry dark forest


At the end of the line

Everything is unloaded 

From the front cargo hold


Even the stowaways 

Are cast onto shore

Never to be seen again


10/15/24

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