poem || A.J. Huffman

Manual Die[l]ing

Journey.

Dream.

Thoughts.

Broken pieces.

Beige

            and black.

Bitter

          ly wait.

Tiles slide.

Like coins.

Dropping.

Dripping.

Heavy-ish.

And almost silver.

Ring  prrrrrrrr  ring.

Rotation is more than obsolete.

Click

is the answer.

Hand over the punctuation.

Point.

{Break}

Match!