Monday, April 19, 2021

Sketch: Public Access Poem 04/19/2021

Had a bad day but a great broadcast. Spent so much time chatting and reading the tarot that I hardly had time to write. Even so, I present this small scrap for your inspection. 


Fragment 

Fresh out, left with a partially
lit bulb. Elevator peeping up
at the thirteenth floor. I've got
nowhere to go but work. Hex
upon the lips of all allies - 
pawn your king for a rook. 

 

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