There's ribby rubble in the way,
and shattered glass, and broken bricks.
And so much more of scythe and hay,
to up, and whirl at me, for kicks.
Oh, pure joy of garnered scum,
oh, rotten tentacles, – there be
another way for me to come,
still spiral up the downward spree.
9 августа 2023 г.
The Spree
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2023
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