Poetry
Don’t watch the dread or pharma police
Shooting pills
Or disease
The lethargy and have not
Let the energy be the idol of your healing
The band name is not the redundants
Do it for the fun of it
Re- string your backbone
The dog needs a gold puffy coat as well
While it walks in your opulence of wealth
Or maybe the coat of living is enough
For us all
A shelter
A calm
Material for warmth
Ghost or metaphor
The cipher
Of sensitivity
Character and scenes and all the anti matter
AI disguise kit covering
Masterpieces
She exclaimed too many red lights in this town.
Keeps me stopping and sipping coffee alone till 3am
The cat took the whole snack
We are slightly in tact and upright
And agile
Taste the void
Don’t avoid your passions
Love till the billows break
Francis A willey
2023