End times kick –

I can hear them living in closing time, trying to keep it all, eighty-one percent still alive
They haven’t thought to talk at death, facing front on coloured back phones, give out passed-about handwriting
Graveyards love to greet anyone forgotten, is it love for them in there, what about us
Some in there were slumming it for years with the proletarian hordes
Yesterday, motorbikes and their men leant on discount marble, scratching the barely readable homilies, now, other emotions within any half-moon groups
Afterwards for constant mediocrity

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2 Responses to End times kick –

  1. I’m honored that you read my stuff. This one is especially impressive.

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