thomasnrobb
A Note on Dismissal(s)
A non-opponent,
Folkish at times,
Plain, flawed
An appetite for hoarding.
A tool of my trance to
Brake
A barn wedding.
Profoundness in feet against
January sand.
The swords and forestry
Reminiscence of all of May’s deceased.
We can surround worry with
Construction. Content.
I’ve knit my own jail
To keep you an advocate –
To keep me a tragedy.
The roof bet dress was worth the fight.
An intervention, a hiding place beneath
The eyelids.
The weapons are empty
Just as us.
