9.16.19

Standard

Up to my neck again
in chromatic scales.
We all get our licks before curtain call,
understandably.
The new doom,
fresh from its string-laden cubicle,
is coming up short.
Between wails,
I inhale yet again,
feeding my frivilous disease.

-r. miller

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