(READ ALL TIM LABBE POEMS)
a Bland, nondescript
skeletal profile
fleshed-out a wild
tumultuous creature
of abandoned
desperation
Grotesquely deteriorated
from the inside-out,
an erotic soul
screamed from a
juvenile mind
fraught with mature desires
Nostalgia’s honesty
shamelessly thrust
itself onto the
grim realization…,
youth had checked-out
Remains of bereft
carnal appetites
forever parched,
leaving only hunger
and obituaries
to swallow
in the emptiness
of a Life, nondescript.
by
Tim Labbe
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