I confess “ugly” -
Like rushing thoughts beating outside my heart;
When ugly takes my hand like spinning toilet paper;
Like the hardest fall out of reach – the ceiling starts to break;
Only when I see “ugly”.
When it hurts the eyes from hard to heavy, you stop to think;
Hear the quick of dogs dying, the very worst is pulling in your chest;
Birds sing in the “die” of lights dispensing unknown disaster;
I can’t serve my client anymore, the air is tight, and way past due;
The temper of God is starting inside of me
One photograph says it all - I confess “ugly!”
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