Once upon a minute, the children of the avenue
were quite glad that the candy truck had stopped
with its jewel-colored wares that ran
their minds mad with desire they adopt.
The cacophony of their unbroken voices
clash against the truck's familiar armor
their screams and cries flood the sky with all kinds of choices
all of them willing to make the driver their martyr.
YOU ARE READING
urban fairytales
Poetryit's easier to believe magic doesn't exist so we don't feel guilty for being too stupid to see it (c) daisyology / kandutchie This poem book is completed.
