Monday, November 6, 2017

I was a scholar
once

Now I hide amongst
dead armies of
zombie consumption

Rider terror through midnight
highways unseen by the
undead

*she gave me things only trees
and stars and that old mountain
know about

We should have died to this world
together, let the animals survive on our
bones

that would have been
poetry

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