Best Poem of L'Angley S Delmonte

The Roamer's Mayor
Still as stone
And cold as I
As far as home
And as alive

White walls, bed
Scream to be free
You paint them red
As red as me

Did I find you here
Or was I told?
Finds are just as fair
When there's concrete in the gold

Striking riches
Or the dirt and the . . .
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For Time
Glory happens
In the places
That are reserved for
Sitting in the grimy corner
Three lines into one
Wayward
Shaking hands the fury of the storm
Cupped around
The parted end of humanity
Fire, try feebly to touch
Burn my fears
Black shadow of green colour
Dances across
Sulks, if . . .
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