Poetry · Writing

West Wayne

The one we needed and we never

acknowledge it until it’s too late. Freedom

gives birth to bliss on a summer
afternoon cliff for the people to watch

in a small box with our feet on a coffee

table. You weren’t the first and 
we will remember your crusade

by singing that fine jingle on last time:

Nananananananana nananananananana
RIP~

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