Free verse № 49296
Ending 1997 in the Southern Hemisphere
It came and went away,
that summer. To the wind
whimsical ways under the sun
perspired on the sanded dunes.
In the silent time of all that was
now in dark and needy mire,
once again to find a solitude
in quiet keys and wander
into memories now shelved
folded in upon themselves.
There's a promise gave,
which is given to the quiet self
to live again.
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It came and went away,
but I'll always remember that time I broke wind
musical gays plunder the bum
inspired by its brownful tunes.
In the violent aftermath of forgotten dreams,
now lost in the dark stench of human frailty and massively fermented scotch egglingtons,
once again I find solitude
as peasants flee vomitting,
smothering their gnarled faces with napkins
folded in upon themselves.
There's a promise gave,
which is given to the quiet self,
to replace my underpants as soon as possible.
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