project car part

possibilities of a past delusion
revulsion of a secret that was lost again
organic reading of the pilot light and stars
justice in our own home and hiding room
effort put into a dinner appreciated while these
concluding logic tastes know stout is somewhere in it
tossed on the sea of potatoes
compulsive as the white salt and black pepper
among the tiny soy and peas and carrots
repay with a few kind words and a toast
playing in a seedless side soda bread
amazing shephards pie seeps in
ready to share a night with you
touring taste as the need to rest in our sore bones
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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