• Gary Hunter

And There They Go -May 8, 2021

down the shower’s drain

up in the smoke of daydreams

robbed from the cradle of half-awake

birthed outside the strokes of a keyboard

far away from the landing strip of paper

evaporated from sadness’ brine

forgotten in the thin air of laziness

the hot blasts of passion

the storms of hopelessness


every writer knows their best stuff

was the thoughts that were never

tethered the moment they were born

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