Bury rhymes with terri(fying)

poetry

Dirt and other
certain types
of sedatives
surround us
as we
contemplate the simple joys
of being above ground

And of laying on it
cock-sure that we’d
never have to contemplate
the horror of a world contained
within a cramped, yet
relatively roomy pinewood box

For all eternity.

6 thoughts on “Bury rhymes with terri(fying)

  1. beighartman's avatar

    I’d dig this simply on the grounds that you managed to use “cock-sure” in any form of writing.

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