Thursday, August 22, 2013

A Fraudulent Decay

For an otherwise
Uninspired world.

Stagnation mates with ennui,
Trigger offends frame.
Desperation reeks of fear
Grinning in contempt
We all do
Some late, some soon,
Some in peace,
And then there are the others,
Those that will eventually find themselves
Prematurely exhumed
Or dispatched as they’ve lived,

A fraudulent canvass is a canvass nonetheless

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