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Riches to Ragtime

your umbrella head is open &
your thoughts are pouring down
like confetti on astronauts

your galaxies have drifted
into seafoam waves of
anxiety & obsession

the jungle of the concrete city
closes in
on your extinguished flames

your smothered sparks
snuffed out

your were the monarch of mastery
but now
you are incarcerated in
the dungeons of
the château d’if-not


  1. starwyse wrote:

    like 🙂

    Saturday, October 12, 2013 at 7:50 am | Permalink
  2. josh wrote:

    Thank you!

    Saturday, October 12, 2013 at 8:09 am | Permalink

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