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Random Unsorted Drafts / 27 February 2019

The tambourine; with its indefinite pitch,
I stand erect; erected; corrected,
Between the pines of the Everglade,
The Fenrir howling; blood overflowing – slowly,
I stand corrected,
Pitching the hopes of mankind,
Sucking on pine needles,
Dreaming of glorious lands,
Sucking on pine needles,
Believing things do change; eventually,
Sucking on pine needles,
Indefinitely dreaming; …,
My Erection; with your tambourine swinging,
Welcome to my world; of dreaming

About The Author

Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.