Morn and Mortuary

Fear benign of exile are taken away by belief.

Lonely haze,

and there are no other descriptions.

Ode to the addictions rush,

always in the underhand bridge

of night.

Magnetic in disillusion

by abstract bubble and vomit.

Gifted oils and silver

In morn and mortuary

of their lad and frequent previous owners.

Always excited by company,

and by deliver of blue,

and splatter.

Abstract and hilarious.

Hilarious and Excited,

and abstract.


Published by James J Jackson

I'm a poet from California.

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