You're supposed to post poetry in the Lounge.

Ok. If a moderator thinks it belongs there, I’m fine with it.

The agreement to a common understanding
Broke out into a fight
That allowed the trucks to get away with the loot
With few clues to point at what actually went
Down.

Peace, resting like a yoke on my shoulders.
I feel the weight pushing me down,
The harness pulling me back.
I feel my legs start to strain against the ground
The way I imagine a plowhorse feels
Waiting to feel his master snap the reins.

The Ape Shit Linguist
Languishes on.

Behold the wearying locutions of your letters, sand grains texturing wordy landscapes.

Read the desert stretch of your sentences as miles of my ersatz grief.

For crap sake, shut up!

The buffoonery of your babble
Of bullshit, in blasting heat or brittling cold, does not console me.

Mirages of a quiet hope gleam on the horizon.

The sea is the same, fathoms full of salty tears.

Butt also... (not "but also")

Lucky comforted on our motoring mounts, ships and caravans, skin upholstered arm chairs.

Ride on Lucky,
Ride on...

For the ass is sore and Sophia is snoring...

Awake Sophia!

Awake fragile pigeon of my heart. I seek thy company, to distract me from my mind troubles and the void of the desert.