the importance of contents

now that there is
no financial
there are
no letters
sailing up-country
from the land of
section 8 housing
someone must’ve
that those out there
were anxious
to suckle
on words
traded years back
vis a vis
sinner to sinner
batted back and forth
table tennis ravings
from lost soul
to lost soul
i told an old poet
my tittie milk is all
dried up
for that sort
of adventure
he said
me too 
i am all
dried up
i’ve completed
my journey
and now
i just
to rest
in my cranky

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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