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Hello, and welcome to my daily poetry blog. The following poems are improvised based on my day, general reflections, or by just allowing my mind to cruise in neutral without a filter. I have been working on this for something around two years now and have amassed a lot of words. You can either go through them page by page, or check out the "Hall of Better Poems" option in the right column. Please feel free to comment on what you like or dislike, and also subscribe below if you like this sort of thing. Thanks!
- Patrick Lyndaker

(typically I will write down my ideas on paper throughout the day and I may not get in front of a computer to transfer it. So I then dump a few days worth of poems at once.)

Friday, September 15, 2017

Carded

I'm not even a drop of water,
In this ocean of life
We call it a slaughter.
Doting Zoe's derelict daughter.
Like I was blind,
Choosing loaded barrels in the darkest of nights.
You said I knife fight right.
I was left with my word against mine.
Tight-lipped the caged canopy
Shot glasses in the pantomime.
I won't be surprised when I find,
There is a zero percent chance the last dance in mine.
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