Low Isolation Poem

Mud

Stench

Anus

Fried eggs and butterflies

Mud

Stench

Anus

(sing) Where are you going?

I don’t know

I don’t know

There’s an alley

I adore

Sun sets on the bumps

Rain sheens on the cobblestones

Minor lift injects and I

Will skip inside

Away from sorrow

Time duration doesn’t matter

As long as out of the solo low

 

© Cathy Flower Poet for Life

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