My Door is Tampered

Here is after
some tragic punches,
whack, whack, whack,
into who it were or what it was.

The Shellite zippo
is barely working
like my army hat.

I face death squads
in some reality
where horrible tattoo’s
upon the backs
of passengers
pass my mother in the South.

Fear not me
the lock has a key.

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Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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