The Daily Dread

Yesterday

Sheets warm from the first
As the second slipped between
Spent and left drowsy
Crept off for liaison three
He was quite the libertine


blood toil tears and sweat
through the haze of history 
a zero sum bet
the hoi polloi ante up
aristocrats take the skim
 


Every other stride brings my bane in a purple haze of pain



Star Trek: Strange New Worlds  
makes my eyes all misty with
franchise memories



libertine geese fly
off into the misty gray
instinct driven haze

Choo Choo Mama: Roll the dice my little cupcake and I’ll recite a poem for you. If it comes up snake eyes you can give the poem a critique. But if it comes up with boxcars, I guess I’ll just have to murder you. That’s how my literary train rolls.

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