The Hurt on all sides, particularly the middle

The Hurt on all sides, particularly the middle

That’s right!
Here it comes!
The sickness grows like a steel flower unfolding
spinning sharp rusty blades
ha ha ha

You think
you think you
can handle it
you suppose
you imagine
you can organize the evil

we’ll see

BW/AW
copyright AMW

[Bartleby’s Poetry Corner]

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