Posted by: Ron DuBour | March 5, 2015

“Clothesline”~by Kevin Amon


 

 

“Clothesline”

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.
Bumble,
I fumble.
I fall to pieces and crumble!
K.j.a


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