Eventually Tom gave in to madness.
-Job
Fat man walks a fat dog.
-Job
Sad dead road rat squashed flat.
-Job
Weary.
Quiet.
Sore.
Tom strums his cobwebbed guitar.
-Job
Electric pylon gunslinger, watching the sunset.
– Job
Listen carefully
The cold plastic ocean sings
slightly out of tune
-Job
The
imperfect
present.
The perfect past.
–Job
Dabbles in writing, loves music and nature. Sierra Leonean
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