This is a rambling and musings, ongoing and continuing.

blues of a not so
pinks for a defeated point
of a one letter.

they have it
or they don’t, had they
they must have at least they did
they are that they do.

a mind of them
a loud bang for a
buck to spend for an after
thought lost in a maze.


a disheveled arm
a dirt that was caught between
that crowded humdrum.

it’s the present

a nothing, on that
something that passes to there
and of the present.

another of that

nothing is there and
too much too bear and move on,
silence in the midst.

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