Scrapes & Bruises

01 Mar
the mind is a fidgety child
full of bs and bluster, certainly
not always to be believed

the psyche manufactures voices
like an Apple text-to-speech engine
synthetic as a parrot's squawk

writers and poets horn in
foraging the heap
qwerty clicking
knowing there is bull
in the spongy periphery

it sells if scraped

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Posted by on March 1, 2022 in Poetry


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