Self-Help In A Baggie

Bless you


I am me


No nerves

Severed soul

Heart held hostage

Smoke engulfs

Highest percentile

A choked out

Gag reflex

Nothingness is pink

Bluebird bliss

We scraped it off

Night-life tumors

Brain tissue bred

The neoplasia orgy

Breezed away with rust

Bless me


I am me

Soil kisses the sky

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About Robert J. W.

Poet, author, photographer, digital artist
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