banging drums

rollings tums

huffing lungs

stoppered tongues

leathered games

grazing frames

scoured dishes

busted stitches

climbed-on sofas

sock-less boaters

setting dusk

this trunk and tusk

where do they hide

where ghosts reside

keep that quiet

a sugared diet

shirked of lust

let’s play in dust

we procreate

and elevate

mountains shout

blinded while our clout

is uninterested


wily and gross

with those we love most

the dog-barks

taken to task

boldly ignored

minds are bored

with blind ignition

and a silence is all that’s left


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