The Sad Pores - Feb. 1, 2021
- Gary Hunter
- Feb 1, 2021
- 1 min read
as the world does its wobbly rotation from one horror to the next and people do stupid and evil things and the planet sweats in its thin wardrobe of trees and liquid makeup a tiny factory inside me churns up my day
and separates from all
the gloom and desolation
a gooey sweetness
a good cholesterol treat
that seems to clog the sad pores
that leak into my dreams
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