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sound striped silence

Posted to Action Poetry





Braggart vibrations.
Trite, and weary
not unlike a speaking
heart that's sick of beating

It's autumnal ailment
Sad and stretched
sobbing
Striped

Hanging
There from winter hair.
Extraordinary,
white and fine not full

No life falls
off the dead dog.
Hostile clusters ring.