Images breast-stroke through a puddle-ed brain,
while ideas clog eye-scored sights.
Lights flash in strobe-ed array.
Wars fought to secure phony rights;
for pleasure’s often failure. To remain
inside shadows; astray.
Gray old moon,
slips to the sea.
Memory grinds to earth’s dust.
Just as matters remembered with distain,
cause many an argument’s fights;
blights of curses tongues spray;
to damaged ego’s minor plights.
where one would be emotionally drained
To never walk away.
Stay buffoon!
Rarely agree,
Such attitudes gather crust!
Must you fathom only your own nonsense;
offensiveness your lone, senseless defense?
Author notes
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