Gord

2018-02-09 01:57 pm

Always crows flying, living Ottawa,
Silence as loud as a passing truck.
Liar of the present, fool future,
Suture and praying for none at all.
Always comedies written, hands numb,
Painter finishes his castles, backward,
Words tired yet landing with oomph; 
Posture lacking, Skull bashed in,
Tomorrow's recluse and marked man,
As the crowd begins, he rescinds.