Wednesday, December 27, 2017

hortative

a year foreclosed like dilapidated buildings
and we sad squatters forcefully removed
the joie de vivre of revolution mislaid
as we crack & crumble & tumble into tomorrow
looking back on broken yesterdays
wrapped like a present in hortative police tape
to keep the condemned from caving in and
in collapse becoming trapped in lang syne
forever consigned to extricate instead of expand

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