What gets my goat;
A string of jealousies tangled in my throat.
Sant’ Efisio’s bells strike two
and what the hell are you up to?
Vagabond, bottle-necked in life, before me.
What’s it like Mr Nobody?
“It’s a life of shit!”
My landlady, at the sink, spits.
Whatever happens next
I wonder am I perplexed:
Belongings bundled together on a stick;
Should I be optimistic?
A quick appraisal anchored down in rhymes.
Another one with wavy lines.
I’m sorry. No more news.
Write back. What about you?
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Author: aprettykettleofpoetry
