Annexed

Distance in divided colour

one mistake,

“I’m not your brother”

in boundaries bonded and bountied

and you thought no man’s land might have come easy

We weren’t free;

Annexed by frail insanities

absurdities poorly rewritten and renowned

lingering in shady back lots

on the wrong side of town

passing blocks of stale life

with the soul of a clown

and I thought of leaving town

Again;

a story with the strangest end

with treasures found in beaten trends

hanging with her beatnik friends

a revival of the cycled senses

through a kaleidoscopic lense

to whichever side we so depend

“Better vibes or better friends”

with random thoughts released

Recklessly,

in your rhythmic exchange

“to our once better days”

It’s all the same wave

Nothing changed

8:02Pm… Landmark

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