Unobtrusive Sobriquet
I am-
A rusting vessel,
A chipped tooth,
A decrepit establishment
A bent merriment
I am-
A screeching tire,
A fragmented glass,
A jagged pass,
A blue flame of one’s ire
I am-
A marred moth of impeded flight,
A maimed snake of sluggish slither
A clangor of feigned laughter
A dead sea
I am-
A filth of the sewers,
A desolation by the December wind,
A discarded dream, deferred escalation
A coiled limerence, speeding descent
I am-
A thorn amongst the coy gardens,
A dark portion of a cloud in the heavens,
A silenced roar in the feral jungle,
A flawed man rejected by all angles.
poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr
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