Bloom’s Bosom

Influx of rolling indifference louder than five miles of concrete’s excrement…unburdened

Meanwhile, wild posy, sputter and urge forth

Do I dare to entrust this funny business?

Me with my

riches of substance, plastic and artificially sweet

overkill my convenience

complicit with my mocking flair

Waltzing by water, bloom and weeds

There and then, a byway well paved in its deceit

Juxtaposing all of the willfulness I can bring


what lay beneath the cracks…

the cradle of Bloom’s bosom…impeccably, complete.




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