Eprobles-poetby E.P.Robles14 Dec 2019

bugger --> deep slide
the tongue slipping
sliding p h o e ntics --
the canary within my
ribC a g e has died.
the Juliet of my
heart deeply sleeping AND
the world's four corners have
grouped into a steeple congregated
by the presence of shadowed
i call ego. it is dead.
i sing sonnets of desperation
echoes & echoes reply
within my Head.