Exercise 080804

And drivel collides with

matter and speed humps

excited. Normal is indifferent.

And asking is confirmed.

Petrified limpets fall by

the score gathering in

mounds upon the floor.

And august drones sniff

the air as if

expecting an arrival. Of

what? No one cares

or notices. Dross ignites,

inflamed and fuming, the

smoke gathers in droves

and windthrops upon foreign

shores. And shackled breathers

gasp a last huff

before resuming once more.

 

© 2017 L. Tafa

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Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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