Saturday, November 5, 2022

Verge

my head is cluttered cupboards
tilted stacked verging on collapse
doors noisy clapping or cracked

can’t close on dusty cups spilling
discontented content overflow refilling
below cracked ceramic begins to spin

i shout and shout to drive it out
there’s too much coming in
turning world rusted hinges burning

chaotic dying creates
such a creaking din

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