Stranded stagnating junk
Surrounded
Long-suffering men
Reaching for junk souls
Distrustful eyes
Furtive
A fellow fall from grace
Mirrored in sad eyes
The man atop the pile
Smirking
Looking on multitudes
Enjoying the joke
Cold-Running Humanity
Forward
Climbing the junkpike
Salt or Pepper?
Laughing from the apex
Fire!
Aromas of Viscera
Are strangely overrated
A contest entry
- |NSOMN|AC POETS by Perennial Plague.
520 points, ended November 4, 14 entries
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You neglected one rule:
Strike me with brevity, give me lines of less than twenty.
There are 23 lines in your entry. Consider to edit.
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