Gast Poem by linda jenkinson

Gast

Rating: 5.0


No appeasements.
We know lost loves.
Right into the old places.

Look at me
I am flicking my chin
To make me as good as you think that you are.

Appeal
In the breath that
Is inhaled.
Do not bore me with arrogance.

Surely you are as simple as me?
I am sometimes quite
Aghast.


(fuckinA)

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