Poetry · Writing

clipped crows

never a dull moment

words all frozen

runnin’ from the moment

never wanted to be your opponent.

but here we are;

windows wide open

fear holding the keys-

back when we were smokin’

loud world at ease- please

such a simple notion

being overseas

copin’ with a potion.

nothing but a busboy

singin’ sad songs on the arroyo

just need to be the best boy

shoyo

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