An unstructured attempt to make writing - any kind of writing - a regular part of my day...in the seclusion and privacy of the internet.
The chaos part will become evident straight away.
Thursday, December 8, 2016
overhead
Poe and Hitchcock
they knew
the perfidy of the stickybeak
whether singular or en masse
supplanting blithe confidence with paranoia
and even when they're gone
one looks skyward with suspicion
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