Under A Kerosene Sky

Nothing works when you try

Only when you fail do they notice

Innocuous comments

Become violent streams of apathy

Lost in the streetlight

Under a kerosene sky

 

Multiple vials line my streets

And contain the essence

Of life’s CT Scans

And I’ve found no voice

At the other end of the broken

Telephone

 

It’s slow to achieve progress

In the world caked in dry mud

And the bingeing will stop

When someone stops selling

 

 

 

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One thought on “Under A Kerosene Sky

  1. The sky is ablaze with haters. It seems the world is harsh at times. Ironically, some of those same people wonder why no one loves them. I love the tragic irony and the peaceful way in which the verses flowed. Wonderful poetry. xo

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