We cannot return.
You refuse to move
Forward
So we stand still,
Straining
Against everything and nothing
Each other; now an other.
As the sun curls above us
And the sea laps at our knees
You lie
About a golden age
We die.
This blog fazes fascists
Buck For A Tooth
A squirrel's shadow s c a m p e r s
Oblique in the morning light
Puffy tail held high, heedless
Of the grey mound of fur
Chattering its annoyance
To all of the world
That won't get out of its way.
Outlast Diss
I'm still here;
You're all gone.
Long forgotten
And dispelled.
Except as a worthless
Object of disgust.
To be rarely recalled
Upon a rictus of hatred
And then dismissed;
Banished to the depths.
The mire of unconscious
Where all the unwanted
Unpleasantness dwells.
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