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crazy times

Posted to Action Poetry




Our little foray,
was like the one before this,
fast and foolish,
flesh on flesh,
urgent strangers,
mutual tonics,
crazy times.

The road behind
is like the one before me,
nothing different
just straight ahead,
urgent solitudes,
cowardice infected,
crazy times.

Your cigarette burn
blares on my pink bedspread,
another wildfire,
followed by emptiness,
urgent connections,
carelessly deflected,
crazy times.