December 26, 2017

Poetry: “Basket”

It was always more than never to me.
Each day breeds a dirth
Of responsibility.
My womb feels emptier:
Heavier than full;
Slinging baskets of bunting,
Habits dyed-in-the-wool.

She woke me up kicking,
Arrested from restless sleep;
But to walk between walls,
I need more than two feet.


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Human. Happy in my solitude. Free speech; unencumbered by expectations. Awakening. My purpose: to exhibit my art. Thank you for browsing my gallery. Fakes: stay away. Namaste.


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