Day: August 11, 2017


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〈a new poem by Dave Young〉

“feel your eyes turn to stone,
your body run aground,
beached, star shaped in shingle.
You howl at the waves…a muffled cry,
for she had silenced you without a sound,
a vengeful arrow that rained from the sky,
while dopamine danced in your head
on wings of desire.
Nothing was cut and dried.
Nothing was cut and dried.
No nothing, nothing, nothing was cut and dried.”
Park 1
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