Pelican at Bay

I sit down again for the thirteenth time In regret of the troubling times Awash with grey fog & Casting off knotty ropes Supposing someone comes along At a fantastic clip Eager to restructure These kings horses & men may very well be The cause and cure of calamity

it arrives at every station

I watched him leave the platform Suitcase in hand, putting his hat on his head Right foot Left behind As the train was departing. Shrieking metal, the clamor of voices; an overhead command He was, for lack of a better word Leaving a mark on society All in all just another stain on the wall... Continue Reading →

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