hats...
hats
into the wind
lost
blown away
a gust of
just enough
we all
have suffered
the loss
the big ones
get little
the insignificant
at the time
can become
monumental
stone towers
of worship
nothing really
worth that
a rock
on a grave
is all
that is needed
pebbles
of memory
to be scattered
a beach
of wisdom
to walk
and take
that polished piece
catching the eye
a cobalt gem
an old
forgotten
apothecary's urn
long obsolete
as innocence
of the virgin
worn
around the neck
of a whore's
heart
judge not
sayeth the Lord
as stones thrown
inside
break glass
in equity
as propaganda
spills
the milk
equally
in abundance
in both lemmings
and sheep
so lift
your skirt
piss on my leg
whisper
it is rainy
I will believe
you sexy
sexy beast
preying
on my perversions
today anyway
dance
on the sands
of time
as the ocean's roll
in
and out
a fresh slate
footprints
in every way
stay
or leave
a choice made
together
or not
still
just hats
into the wind
lost
blown away
a gust of
just enough
we all
have suffered
the loss
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