Licked By The Tv Light

 

A dabble dampens the scrabble.

Again I find over indulgence.

I lay.

An swift overdose.

Fake profound lays in hand.

I watch.

They babble.

Ruffling my beautiful flowers.

A leaf falls.

No one dare care.

For now we share the same hair.

Distant I stay.

 
Liam P. Whitney

Denver born creative - creating.
Skateboarding, music, photography, the written word - It’s all mine.
Grá

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