groundhog day, every day

that thirsty ghost
drags the dray
Of deceit and denial.
charlatans trawling.

a portrayal
No longer tip the golden mirror toward me
To recall
for it only serves as dredge

Mired in baser depths
scent of rue smoldering
Planted here
mere Fodder for the murky stone gryphons
scalded sugar fogging
arid air
while the swamp swivels
I beg for water


  1. Holy Cow girly, I had to spend some time reading this again just make sure I read it correctly….. no. I don’t know what they mean either…. But now wan’t to know.. … either way it left me thinking …….”WHAT???” Nice :)

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