Joy's Terse Verse
desertion attic...
in attics of desertion
puddles soak-
filling spaces
with a whiff
that has seen
better times...
the soaking
hides the horror-
encased within
the frame
and casts away
the sharpness
with a dull
and dreary drip...
Joy Weare.
3rd February, 2007.
puddles soak-
filling spaces
with a whiff
that has seen
better times...
the soaking
hides the horror-
encased within
the frame
and casts away
the sharpness
with a dull
and dreary drip...
Joy Weare.
3rd February, 2007.
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desertion attic...
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