Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 5, 2015

“Clothesline”~by Kevin Amon




My life is hung up dry on this clothesline,
Everything is bitter and i’m starting to decline.
I’m left outside of this world,
Just hurled.
Trying to stay a float,
Without a paddle going in this boat.
Why am i treated like this?
So much before me i miss.
A fragrant kiss,
Laying in my own piss.
I haven’t seen the sun,
I thought that i was the one.
None of this is fun,
One in the chamber of this silver gun.
Nobody will remember me,
I’m just a passing bee.
I fumble.
I fall to pieces and crumble!

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