Delta Hot
Hot!
It was delta hot
with only two choices...
For breakfast we
had scrambled eggs
toast and hate.
The postman waved as he
brought more papered threats
Taking with him all
the promises of a better day
The cut
took 101 stiches to heal
but it let out
all of your will
Overwhelmed, the stars
have all fallen
out of the night
The street sweeper comes
and washes them
down the gutter
andy goldmark: 1973
someone far off I can't see
lives in a graveyard
in hopes of reviving dead dreams
poem by Midnights Voice
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