Clubhouse

Clubhouse Sometimes I miss That childhood haze Of digging holes In my backyard And constructing forts Standing not for long I miss putting up Walls Pretending I commanded A loyal land Underneath the particle board A sovereign nation in my hands When the only thing That worried me was Whether or not It was rainingContinue reading “Clubhouse”

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Prowl Wrapt Scrimshaw Club

Relocate – train station to station Melancholy – music performed in background Hills – gone over in locomotives Snow – blinds in its density Wilderness – in no where Cold – by outside snow Traincars – bileveled on iced rails Warm – by a long coat Stations – between two points Oeilladed – by oldContinue reading “Prowl Wrapt Scrimshaw Club”

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