Open Poetry #37 |
M(oo)shr(u)m Cl(u)(o)d |
Edward Grim Senior Member
since 2005-12-18
Posts 1154Greenville, South Carolina |
M(oo)shr(u)m Cl(u)(o)d Goes a fallin’, until arrival. Boom that roars. Sad faced mannequins with charred wooden arms, burn. Bars upon their car windows that inhibit their urge to tap upon the glass. no sorrow in forgotten destruction. They read but not very well. Momma says, "Life... is like a box full of chocolates, you never know when you're gonna get one with a nut in it". |
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The Lady Member Rara Avis
since 2005-12-26
Posts 7634The Southwest |
"Sad faced mannequins with charred wooden arms, burn." All so real. Well done. |
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