Stranded by morning

Serenity falls
Into the open morning
Stifling a yawn
Life ain’t what I thought it was
All those years ago

In the end, all the pain and joy
Alike

Fell in a grand heap
And life, stripped bare
More like a humping walrus
Than a lame gazelle

A poet once told me
He’d rather write about
Cabbages

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