Wednesday, April 12, 2017

NaPoWriMo, Day Twelve, Poem Eleven


Too broken
down to
ground swell
under seat.

Scare feet
to hold me up
turn coat
to t-shirt.

End of
does not
mean go.

Die for
die roll.
Lottery job
loaded deal.

Rigged room
set for
winter work
early summer stunner

weather vain
windfall scrapps
mettle melts together
one more day.

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