Don't you want to be,
Like them
Running barefoot,
towards the light in
White bathrobes
And flip-flops?
A plastic surgery resurrection
Blistering in the sun
Like a glorified serpent
Shedding under the blind
Eyes of heaven,
Glorified singing to the angels
Remember me?
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Modern Caffeine
PoetryA selection of micro-poetry and random thoughts. Things that have entered my stream of thoughts,please enjoy. And if you don't ...I ain't mad at you.
