SpelunkingA Poem by CrowleyI want my records back!!!!!You told me
once that icicles could fall and kill a man
I wasn’t
prepared for the one you wielded so haphazardly
The vastness
of your cavern of contempt illustrated sharply
A depiction
of the many slaves you own on any given day
Digging deep
to find the root of the cancer
With
blistered psyche and aching heart valves
I finally
came upon the treasure chest that concealed the answer
And so with
this letter I wanted to let you know I am fine and I need to stop by and pick up my record collection © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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