I’m on this kick where I use a word generator to give me 6 random words that I incorporate into a poem. I imagine I’ll be posting many of these, so bear with me (or not…. this is my website after all. So if you don’t like this, fuck you, go somewhere else to read garbage poetry that stinks more than mine!)
Generated words: Afternoon, Imposter, wept, Serum, Formulation, Deplorable.
The formulation of love can be rather tricky
It suffers from a deplorable lack of compassion
It’s also often ironically witty…
A cure-all serum does not exist
Safe for the hours in the afternoon I’ve wept
Over memories of when I was last kissed.
I feel like an imposter in my own head
Pretending I don’t have these memories
Of you, me, and our love you killed, dead.
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