roll up the bones
as I work to atone
for my loss at the toss
of the dice
stack up the books
til I like how it looks
in the view for my few
distant friends
roll up the bones
as I work to atone
for my loss at the toss
of the dice
stack up the books
til I like how it looks
in the view for my few
distant friends
period pyramids? gleam of black stone
awfully bad ache in the heart of my bones
teeth crack and break long before I leave home
I couldn’t do any better alone
flash fiction, rolling bones
instead of joints
of roaches plucked from under fridges
coated in their dust
smiling all along!
happy grins alone