That day
In LA
Jack burned
The contents of the bin
By the roadside
On the 405
Not because he was cold,
It was 100 degrees
In the shade,
But just to watch
It burn.
So after he lit her up
He stood there by
The roadside
While cars and trucks
Whizzed by,
On the 405,
Watching flames
And dirty smoke
Sputter a tower
Into a blue sky.
-Job
Understanding ourselves and the world we live in.
Musings on poetry, language, perception, numbers, food, and anything else that slips through the cracks.
Experiments in the Art of Mastering None
Rhymes and Reasons
Vibe alone for a while
launches a project every month
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean
Philosophy Professor & Philosophical Counselor - Dr. Elly Pirocacos
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