The Sandled Bandit

It never hurts to ask...   I live in a pseudonym. comprised of 2s in years, jobs, and homes; too young to retire but too old to live. Corn [unpopped] does not well suit my taste, so I'll resign comments to birds and their songs. I pray you find titillation in the non-descript rice of my dinner's intrigue.

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    K. Radillo

    Oh the first, second, the nondescript

    lay rest in abduct constriction.

    Twitching, reaching, the shallowed rise and fall

    amongst beating drums and butterfly wings

    Proboscides guzzle the remnant strings

    breeding stares from their marionette mates

    Who’s horror filled eyes, cracked and opaque

    witness traipse and collapse [in these ocean nights…]

    — 1 year ago
    #Poetry