March 23, 2017Flash, Poem, Poet, Poetry Leave a comment Facebook Prisoners I look into the dusk at the world according to Mars and the deceit that lies within the book called Face and I see it for what it was A use for the internet that never was. The use of it is to preclude The use of Face and the fact of it is the pride unjust. For it is to come for them to be here when they decide to be Able to read. It is able to be here and not then and not there. For it is about to be the one who is and not the isn’t. Who is able to be them and their usage. For it is about time you all see it for what it was/is – the use of time for then and now. It is about to be over for it and they know it. Bye! Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2017 Share this:TwitterFacebookPrintLinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading...