Place in the late hour.
Crying into my empty self.
Calling into nothingness.
Where is the ending of space?
All the letters in lower case.
World is full of shake.
Everyone on the take.
Scams the normal way.
Baby brother is far away.
Called all in the phone book.
Empty world, looking for fill.
Daddy is by the dripping still.
Home late and getting ill.
Just take that little pill.
Poem over had your fill.

JOE POEWHIT

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