Dreamt up loosely last night. An unremarkable poem with most capital of “U”s. Hopefully, it’ll evoke a feeling or mean something to you. Or not. Irrespective, enjoy and a belated Happy New Year (though I’m sure you’re tired of well wishers etc. For another time…)
Failures and Foes
Eternal Woe; “Shut up. Attempt to get laid?”
3am vomits upon your door
The shimmering rotten core; adored!
Who’s grotesque? You are?
I am; They call me eternally slow
Gaze naively on as you vacuum lines of blow
“Beauty in things exists in the mind which contemplates them.”
I see nothing.