Free Write (oops, I hit Publish)

Free write, deal with it.

violin
stalin’violent
problem
furor
fuhrer
Hilter
filter
cut the crust
off the white bread
white bred
night bright lights
dead
said sight
led
to lead
hate
breaks
to a flame
communists
honor bombers
armor your farmers
calm her
your daughter
solve the evolving
blue dot revolving
through thought
probably
too wrought
nonsense
conscience
do I dare
hit publish
oh god
it’s not
flawless
it’s fraud
it’s a nod
to the nautical
progress
across this
sea of saw grass
and honest
oddness
atlas
at last
it’s
past
what’s
read in class
that’s
asterisk to the rest
as at risk as the pop test
stop the mess
let’s
just digest
all confessed

k?

k

The End

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