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THIEVIAN PROMPT RESPONCE

Two Thousand Plus

A sonnet

William J Spirdione

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Photo by William J Spirdione

I’m not sure if I ever disappear,
Still talking, writing, thinking in this brain.
Green sands and sleeves my Frenz, alas not here.
I walk aft deck of Brixton ship in pain.

Just like another side of a rainbow,
Red oceans boil with misplaced rage and spite.
Why did I travel so far here alone.
A Mellowtron without a Jones in sight.

Pull out this shiny revolver device
With this titanium robotic boot.
Left my body lightyears past with the ice.
Who will be around to enjoy the loot.

Sailing forth without a poem in sight.
It’s so very lonely on this black night.

Written in response to, my friend and poet Thief’s prompt in the link below,

Thank you readers for reading both pieces, and thank you Thief, for that groovy hat.

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William J Spirdione
William J Spirdione

Written by William J Spirdione

William J Spirdione is a poet who writes sonnets and more about nature and the humans within it.

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