Busted August 24, 2013
Posted by nrhatch in Humor, Magick & Mystery, Poetry, Word Play.comments closed
The bust stared unseeing under crust of dust.
A sudden gust blew through the must of curtains hung in the distant mist of times past.
Busted!
Called onto carpet threadbare, I fussed with my hair, mussed by thin air, ‘neath rusty glare and icy stare.
Cussed by chill breeze.
How did I land here?
The product of intent?
Spent passions?
Or the captive off-spring of “just lust”?
Aah . . . that’s better!
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