An intriguing phrase trails off into nothingness, and the poem is lost (a poem)

I had this great phrase enter my head while I was at Third Place today, and then it immediately disappeared…

Tall trees
and a plastic something abstract…

and fuck me gently
with a chainsaw

because that’s what we used to say

and some days
it feels exactly the same
as it used to

but more so

Some days
it feels like this

(5 October 2018)


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