Flowers wilt and die./
Chocolate turns to *crud. Poem words/
immortalize you.
*Originally “crap”
Flowers wilt and die./
Chocolate turns to *crud. Poem words/
immortalize you.
*Originally “crap”
I wonder if there/
are many people who have/
drowned in slurry stores
Like a bowel movement/
of forgiveness, I’m at last/
releasing my crap.
We can gaze forward
and see our path, or glance back
and run into crap.