Glow bugs On A Sharpened Pencil
Games
Crumpled crackling of everglade delusion
Darkens the light from tear shaped jaded stone
Cast this within the realms of confusion
Forced from the recompense of contribution
I see the future in a palm of stigmatic illusion
Cutting deeper to stop at bone
You died and I gave you breath
Then tripped where I let you fall
Rock, paper, scissors
You lose
I’m so happy
Your call?
© Robert Anderson 2008
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