Last updated on April 29, 2024
Scavengers devour survival forewords.
Their cutaways brighten lashed reflection
With groaning banners in tongue sown courtyards.
Wild uproar sounds unruly audition
From fast distressed lips as woeful prelude.
Forlorn wisdom is a contradiction
Fathering misguided ineptitude
Unsweetened by eloquent courtesy.
In it pale moments languish thoughtlessly
‘Till adroit learning garlands destiny.
Andy Adkins
