all i see is a thousand dreams
wrapped up in thinly veiled tissue paper
and buried beneath a smock.
sticks piled overhead, it's so tightly packed
that we can barely suck the air through.
get me out of this city decrepit.
wrapped up in thinly veiled tissue paper
and buried beneath a smock.
sticks piled overhead, it's so tightly packed
that we can barely suck the air through.
get me out of this city decrepit.
posted by Zach Nation at 9:06 PM
1 Comments:
this is the first time i've seen your poetry blog! i dig the name, the way it makes intuitive sense, then when you think about it, you're like what the hell, then you think about it more, and you're like aaaahhhhh ... I did enjoy this poem, especially 'this city decrepit'
~sarah
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