Poemish

Poemish Waves of is/was rips me asunder In imaginary cracks of dreaming thunder Swooning in the misery of bedazzled disease satisfying some disheveled thought in displease lashing the backs of enslaved dreams and trodding acid years from burning streams. A child steeps and watches petrified, hands cramped from grasping the whipping ride... Richard Schooping

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