paper plates

gulp your gasoline as your remedy
fuel the fire in your tongue
spit the flames as your armor
wage your reason as a final attempt
to condemn my existence
the purpose all disposed
no more glue to hold us together
the fine china on the floor
might as well share my meal on paper plates


from “words” collection

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