grief
GRIEF
by Howie Good
A desk covered with dust
and coffee stains.
Larvae skilled
in the art of interrogation
live in the walls.
You fumble for ID.
Someone giggles.
A charismatic exploding lion enters
the left atrium of your heart.
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Incredibly gifted poet – Howie Good. To say so much with so little, every word has its role in this poem.
Howie IS good, for lack of a better way to express his talents. And he’s insanely prolific.
Awesome stuff, imagery is indeed brilliantly penned!