Poetry · Writing

16 @ Funeral

sweaty faces

steady paces-

spun more watches than i can count-

how long have we been standing here-

shoe prints in solid concrete

shadow belly dancin’

entrancin’

a 12 o clock sun.

drownin’ in this dry dank-

floatin’ in a shark tank

frozen plank

starin’ point-blank-

gator glarin’ beastly-

will see you soon Dundee

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