“Wicked Stuff” by Tyler Raso

yours is wicked stuff too
wanting for none at all
                           ain’t thirsty for it
                           some care she gave for her
old boy as he fell to the wars
as the way elderly folks
                           thinks all wars is the war
                           but her once-lush garden’s infested and serpentine
and it’s not a salvageable ship no more
                           ain’t never was

she got a call from family and
neglected all of their concerns
                           cause the buzzing’s better company
ain’t thinking forward for the horse-reins
carriage and like a ripening grade-red
sun there ain’t none left to tell though
her starry-eyed sky seems closing.

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