RegretA Poem by PeteOnly that day dawns to which we are awake. - Thoreaunecessitous, panicked fingers adjure the uncongenial buttons of a tepid microwave the displeasure of its turntable littered with undigested spillover from the past like a toxic merry-go-round gnarled intestines of an indisposed, nauseated dawn vomit the misgivings of a weighty, nigrified night a half-baked, arranged marriage of unaccepted truth consummated vehemently splattered in perpetuity i wonder how long such a nuked, adjudicated union will last i wonder where they met why can't today ingest all of that was that the timer that i heard never a dewy sponge around when i need one you've got to begin to defrost before you can sweat i guess we're never really all set i wonder if 'tis morning yet © 2024 PeteAuthor's Note
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