Marriage


What if I were to
reach the height of life
Aged, alone, unmarried
rotting with the walls
eating their pet rats
in my New York New York apartment
awaiting a vicious horde
of angels to
sweep me off my feet
infect my lungs with cosmic dust
rather rationalizing reality
an indivisible banner
ravaged by Gale of Perspective
What if I were to be
Aged, alone, unmarried
 
-- Jeremiah Walton
 
 

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