Letras
Secret Vasectomy
I feel like something profound and meaningful should be espoused from this platform; words wise beyond their years - a message of some purpose or consequence.
There is nothing.
I pretend to dig deep, but the words are passionless, derivative... the sentiment is painfully
hollow.
Slumped over in a chair once hoped forgotten, facing enemies passed as quick fixes to greater, deeper set issues.
Suitable diction proves elusive – as my mind dances like a mongoose 'round a cobra - but I'll bury broken muses; my own hidden Burgess Shale.
Pull up
another black hood, warming my cold weathered hands, curl up in lose fit flannel and self-preserve.