john on Nostr: Poem a day, Day #27 A warehouse turned sideways. Trampoline and dust. Too many cars ...

Poem a day, Day #27

A warehouse turned sideways.
Trampoline and dust.
Too many cars on the highways.
A mind gone bust.

Thinking entropic, disordered, but new.
The vibrating skull's hum.
Brow glistening with dew.
Repose; and what dreams may come?

Eyes clear, and the house still stands.
Everything's fine.
No blood on his hands.
Finish with wine.

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