CJ The Tall Poet | 2 Works

Buoyant with Age

You’ll become buoyant with age
A mahogany mutt whined at me
The passion for creative expression
recently got poisoned by paranoia
Now nature’s neutral nagging
Had worsen my current situation
Tasteless thoughts were prolonged
Eleven evening primroses
Rotate rapidly and gradually rot
My recollection capacity
Matched the amber light’s emptiness
so that incoming lies can be digested

An Apathetic Demeanor

Angling elbows on wooden chairs
As an apathetic demeanor
Engulfs every ambition
Affair with Confessions
Its outstretched
Its abustle
Its enteral
Obstruction occurred
when I lift the universal remote
Control isn’t working properly as a result


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