Gold Strings Sing Yellow
Sunday, November 1, 2015
Poem
I cast you out every time
Spit you up in the molten
Puss from a volcano
I am the cannon
And the sinking ship
All I can see is my hollowness
You try to fill me with devotion
yet there are too many holes
A Pearl eyed, sullen, swept
I drift from bank to bank
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