Mumbles and mUsings #3

I’m at a loss for words.

I hope it happens to you.

It’s horrifying and satisfying.

Every word I can think of,

Dissipates into the ether.

I’m staring into the fire.

I’m drinking hemlock.

Just kid, I do.

I’ve been gone for awhile.

Now I’m back.

Get ready for the summer

Issue entitled Onwards Home.

It will be bitter and full of loss

Lust and loose women.

Just kid, I do.

I’m hurting and so are my words.

Hoping you look forward to some ugly poetry, maybe some good word usage and perhaps a few pictures.

Your friend,

Thomas J.

%d bloggers like this: