Black Tea Poetry

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I Swear I’ll Make This Short

by Gustave Deresse

I’ve Been Told I Ramble?

To be fair, I did say it first, but that’s not the point!!!

Train of thought. Garlands and battlefields. No sex in the trenches, I assume. How would I know? Sounds dirty though. Out here, clean water, plus whatever excercise you can get, without that fast-junk if you can. Next level woke includes loving oneself along with everyone else. Who knows where it’ll take you. When wouldn’t you want to find out? Or…

A Sunrise In The Crosshairs

by Gustave Deresse

The Wait Is Nearly Over

The only question remains— uhm, what wait?

13 Twittles For Halloween by Gustave Deresse

Welcome!! Let the festivities begin!!!

I Haven’t Lost Shit

That’s how I feel

I haven’t lost shit —

The End

by Gustave Deresse

Little Bobby Sue, fell into 
the river; 
was adopted by crocodiles, never 
to be 
seen again.

Poetry

Every Headline Is Wrong

And now I can breathe