sweep it under a rug
rivers rising
congregate veiled faces
oceans warming
soften all fears with promises broken
ice caps melting
delay the day of reckoning
temperatures rising
bubbling
boiling
exploding
The World in its Black Suit
1 month ago
"temperatures rising
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boiling
exploding"
I really like this section......
These words you have used explains the state of my kitchen when I have cooked dinner.......
my oven exploding...oh ok I admit it- the microwave (LOL) ;D
Seriously though Mark, really good poem, keep them coming :)
you should have been a comedian "the state of my kitchen when I have cooked dinner" 'hilarious'
ReplyDeletei guess no body, mark, i guess no one..
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