aptitude for attitudes.

A white blank page // and a swelling rage- Mumford and Sons

the leather spine is broken once again. In poetic conversations. my anger resides anonymously. A powerless plasticity.

and as the cell phone rings and flashes. I cower silently. they talk with resentment against my opinions. In this hour of productivity.

my defensiveness is a sorry nature. You’re high tower? Step off. bitterness in anger. Foreshadowing enigma so sour—conveniently.

aptitude for attitudes in ways to empower. Insignificantly.


©Dawson Lehmann



About dawsoleh

poet. writer. student. hipster. cowboy. friend.
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