Poetry

A Flurry Of Words

A lawn chair picked up by a strong current
And dropped off a mile away
The smell of cleanliness
On laundry day
The fray, the sinner that prays
The Beats by Dre
The gray day, everyone is celebrating
The eternal scent of masturbating
The grating lapses of an addict splashing
In a pool of wonder
The shitty plunger
Works like a charm
Mr. Touchy Hands
Losing his arms
In Vietnam
Then go his legs
In the Iraq war
The liquor store
The bickering poor
The illumination of a candle
The reincarnation
Of a vandal

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