Cauldron Bird
do you like my poem.....................?
cool cauldron smoked over
without time or a parent
to lock out the silence
draped in black cotton
placed in a rubber bag
swallowed hole of damp
smoked in melted plastic
at high degrees of pain
without a hose or bucket
the bird flies out the window
to nether look around at what
away with the crocked wings
Yes. Even though it sounds extremely depressing. But it's obscure like Emily Dickinson. Good job!
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