The Dragon, The Illusionist, and The Spider ft. The Backless Chair
I have thoughts
described as words
that hurt my lungs
when said
Like breathing fire
Light the room
with orange and red
Who knew
that honesty
would betray me
like this?
A lesson learned
but skeptically refused
like simple
magic tricks
Now I spin
webs across my
mind
Stretched so far
Conclusions
are hard to find
When the
'Day to day'
become
'Rinse and repeat'
You'll find me
in a backless chair:
The uncomfortable seat.
poem by Justin Tallman Gonzalez
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