dr_con Posted April 5, 2022 Share Posted April 5, 2022 The Blood Work Con/Jur/d, 4/5/2022 My arm is sore paying for karma he left before I stopped enjoying his rhymes in 6th grade, although it's appreciated in others, subtler rhythms dominate now The past and future, Mes, yes, although they don’t exist they’re a plurality, with motives irreconcilable with me now, “Still need to look away from the needle” a survival trait he left me from then when he’d have pushed through to a logical conclusion, “Without my fears, my mistakes, you wouldn’t be here now” He’s lying, even the One who comes after, bases too much on plans made in ignorance The day promises to be warm sunlight refracts through the dirty white shade, I’ve played Wordle, hope to go hiking This is the Blood Work, beat after beat after beat the warm red red black an inevitable next word Your voice heard before and later still, saying “This is it, nothing more.” gate(less) Quote thegateless.org Come on over and check out my poetry substack y'all;-) Or if your bored, head to the Zazzle store: https://www.zazzle.com/store/gateless. If you buy anything I lose a bet, so consider that before you violate the digital rules. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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