Poetry: Filthy Thumb

Bleeding eyes

pointless tongue

a hunger sized from what we’ve become

drifters bingers sleepers in the rough

tough luck to midnight singers and swingers off the cuff

‘cos reason has gone from the treason of none

– but a few –

so roll between finger and filthy thumb.

The Millennial Ecologist

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