Death of a plot…
February17
A rummage of
some jumbled knot
Marked in ruins
like a perfect clot
Cribbings of a blue wall
hidden in clouds
Some unhandled crunches
in tiny bouts
Outside in a parapet
alone I stand
Lookin through time
some incomplete plans
Piled up past
of forgotten remains
Some pristine lot
now covered in stains
The sparrow hops
collecting the rot
On a paper it nests
the death of a plot!
complicated truth