These ravings, they permeate.
Mid-dusk and other complacencies.
Turning and turning and turning.
Reevaluate such postures.
Mostly a must. Frayed fiber of stray.
So often an accident, prone.
Pronounced irregularity of feed.
Withered wind, a traipse.
The bootlicker’s paradise.
Palisades, distinctly. Such a cold veneer.
Hopeless the onlookers.
Upon wasting precious material.
Shift of unsure feet. Delicate clusters.
Penetrative marble. Elicits vindication.
Sensible resignation. As for exegesis.
Clobbering mouths go gum.
Sorry. Strangulation ordinance.
At one with the fetters.
-r. miller
Paratactical
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Love the imagery and rhythm here—how it pauses really adds to the gravity of the poem.
Thank you! 🙂