AJ Ryan
Bad Day
An out-of-tune harmony
Embarassing sound in its entrirety
A shabby, dented car
Coughing for fuel
A sturdy stage floor turned into a trap door
As it collapses under innocent feet
A cold stone monument that
Topples like mature timber
A prancing deer, sipping spring water
Shot, blown dead
A tall scaffold
Crumbling like biscuits in hand
A fishing boat
Eaten up by a hungry wave
This is what my day is like
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