distress
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A not so pleasant drive
I’m trapped in my old sedan. It’s like the Sicilian Bull, the fires roasting me, and in agony, I pound the steering wheel and press the horn, though the hairpin bends as sharp as scythes stay deserted, except for the hard rain, the water like blood sluicing, the wipers like metal claws scraping the glass… Continue reading
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A rondeau for the ostracised
Find me outside the temple gates on littered streets Where beggars roam and hawkers sell their rancid meats Where lepers and malingerers don’t have a chance At ever swaying to the beat of Triumph’s dance Where you’ll find rickety, old huts with threadbare sheets. Here succubi know men, and the unclean beast eats Here thrones… Continue reading
About Me
Ordinary Person is a guy who likes to write. He writes fiction, essays, poems and other stuff.
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