Free Verse
Minimum Output
The blood d r i p s F I l l s their coffers. Another of society's horrors. Treacherous their trajectory o b l i q u e They lock us in {positions of no grandeur} boxes to line their pockets. Oppose and face Consequences Less than. Greater than. Minimum output. Or just do whatever Everyone else does.
By Paul Stewart2 months ago in Poets
Popham in October
The beach is quieter now. Summer has slipped away like a gull lifting off without a sound. Only the steady pulse of the Atlantic remains, a heartbeat older than anything I know. I sit where the tide curls in, letting the cold sand hold me like an old friend.
By Syl De'Vil2 months ago in Poets
