Poem -
TAXI MELT
after 2 AM the tinnitus of a withering day has abated.
the shrill un-boundaries of our servitude
collapse into auguries seepingΒ
from a perforated moon
like white honey.
all itβs thoughtΒ
a dot on a creature
made of holes.
stumbling home from a mansion
to a flat.
in a yellow car.
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interesting poem Linda