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Quick regular

By Willem IndigoPublished 7 months ago Updated 7 months ago 1 min read
West Coast
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A regular because of the bars

Don’t bother looking for them,

No key, nothing to unlock.

Not as useful as his car

Dignity, gone before I saw him,

A new regular at my bar.

Motor mouth pushed out some airlock

Aliens never came back for the wreckage,

No key, nothing to unlock.

The injections put him on par

His reasoning doesn’t have to be mine,

Had nothing to do with those bars.

He survived ahead of my flock

What a runner, what a hyper lucid cock,

key, nothing should be locked.

“Lo and let go.

Return and rebuild the soul,

Regular inside her bars

My key created against her lock.”

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Willem Indigo

I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?

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Comments (1)

  • Manisha Dhalani7 months ago

    I like where this went. Good poem!

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