Father Out Of Time And Other Stories

Corpses without the stink
go out in wink.
Sunrise overhead
rises up and blinks.
The razors and screws rusting

Give way to lust
and despair
longing.
One longs for night
under the starlight
resting
under the scrapyard
where one is
drifting.

Corpses without the stink
go out in wink.
Sunrise overhead
rises up and blinks.
The razors and screws rusting

All in a pile
waiting for a doctor
to fix the parts.

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