visual trash

poems 1 Minute

©2022 Michael Raven

everything is questioned
these days, when you
no longer follow silhouette
fingers moon pointing &
follow tips to the hand to
the arm to the shoulder
to the heart and look back
at the empty void selling
soap and smiles, you
cannot unsee static-
filled television myth

oh, boojum...
are those shadows so
dear? visual trash --
i see what you hide
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