Curl up –
Ignoring lost half-poems,
Written in partial,
App-swiped upwards,
To digital oblivion.
Rote muscle memory.
Closing apps,
Closing potentials.
Curling to fetal position –
Dying millipedes.
Bah.
There’ll be more.
Stopped my torrent for a decade.
Can’t hold back this infinite poetry,
Anymore.
Curling to fetal position – Dying millipedes.
