THE DAYS

 

The days are chewed,

made soft.

The dog has taken them

with sharp, white teeth

and ridden hard

the muscled thoughts,

reduced the dreams

to nought.

And now I sit,

inside the dream,

a broken, swallowed

thing.

 

 

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About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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