Remnants of AutocracyA Poem by " I Love These Flowing Robes " - Carlton
Not so, out of place,
standing in dress whites,
waving on ragged wagons
and land rovers alike;
shinning skin, so much so
I think he is the sun.
Not so, out place,
almost pleasant
but, those shades,
gold rimmed, GOLDEN rims,
blackened lenses,
slanted into the face from top to bottom,
outward to the sky from bottom to top,
the only telltale sign
his fashion.
The fashion
of a thug in a savior's whites
and just as sweetly tongued,
and just as quick with a lash,
always hurry past,
the not so out of place. © 2008 " I Love These Flowing Robes " - CarltonReviews
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2 Reviews Added on February 27, 2008 Author" I Love These Flowing Robes " - CarltonChicago, ILAboutSitting here all to sober and wishin' upon a star, really the light in the overhang outside my window but its the first one I saw tonight so I'm counting it, and I'm wondering just what it is that I h.. more..Writing
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