Accidental stanzas and limitless dust

Aurora livid and strange ascends
armed with loaded questions and dismay.
What about today
is there to get excited about?
In this corner, the dimwitted lout
who chews his phrases raw
and colors them a wicked shade of green,
obscene and unrefined.
My presence has been undermined.
I shall remain confined
to these dim quarters littered
with accidental stanzas and limitless dust,
cloaked in the rust of prior engagements
I’ve no intention of attending to.

-r. miller

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