Frolicking bears
Wet vultures
Tropical surges
With shipwrecks of smugglers
Black clouds
Crossed creeks
It's no secret
I was there when it happened
In other words
The band could be your life
Lords of chaos
Run like antelope
Here there and everywhere
Black coffee and blues
While every day is a saturday
Awake in the dark
dressing a glalxy
Behind our masks
Of groovy paper dolls
While remixing the bible
Mercy, Mercy me
Life is not a fairy tale
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I liked the last stanza.This was kind of like reading a whirlwind of thoughts.You have a typo (galaxy).A very unique write.
~helen
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WOW! So much imagery here in this very amazing piece! Just grapped the reader and took them on a very awesome ride. Great piece here! Smiles, Terry
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Your imaginative mind!
I liked this...a lot! All the best to you, sweetie!
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