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He wore his madness like a coat on a spoon

He wore his madness like a coat on a spoon

He wore his madness like a coat on a spoon.
A gamma ray troglodyte groping in the dark fennel
inhaling the effluvium of dank adrenalin…
carving suns into bite-sized pieces.
opening the wounds he could never discard out loud,
he tore his sleeve of remembrance
hawking an empty smile at a mile of bad road
with all the gusto of terminal
neglect.

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Silent Dreamer

You truly have your unique and effective style of writing! I love it. Brilliant👏🏽

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August Arps

I've been having a ball lately, writing these little poems. Thank You, Silent Dreamer!!!

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Simon Bromley

First time i have read anything of yours and i liked it.  Well done thoroughly enjoyed.

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