Afternoon Poem by Billy Jno Hope
a lion at the door swallowed the day broken with spite at the inevitable chorus of pop songs sutured for soft light
i burdened siesta with a thousand little earthquakes i listened where you suffered vertigo
flowers have faded bellies betray caught the wistful eye that curved beneath my eyelids
something slime and panic strewn we gather the remnants of democracy
silence herds mad laughter cumulus scorn haunted horizons running running to weep
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