to daze of reverie

in Poetry

when hope leaves a note
hangs that pipe dream
last seen
a cowering crowd
lapsing around
a cul-de-sac

The fatal fact remote
bangs that ripe scheme
a task clean
a towering shroud
rasping profound
a suicide pact

NaPoWriMo spring training 2018

I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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