Upon The Window Ledge – Unhinged Poem 2020TOO

I cast aside the flesh of man,

I sat beside his bed,

I pondered many things to see,

to see inside his head,

a wisdom lost upon the clock,

times hand it wicked weaved,

the seed of substance planted thin,

a sea of sediment that was me,

pools of winter chills,

spoken words of lust spoken to thy reflection,

contempt for self,

masturbation hidden in the pages of books,

stuck together by the wasted spark that was,

torn pages,


and old….

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