Frumpy Phantom..A Poem by SuryaIt is a dark night Under the tree of APRICOT, I see a MOOSE at a distance Turning into a FRUMPY PHANTOM, Watching it, my body begin to SPASM, I even started Tasting BITTERNESS in APRICOT where my vision MANGLED it's sweetness. My alarm now singing saying wakeup it's now SEVEN in the morning. Smiling now after CURDLING My CLAIRVOYANT vision with my terror dream.
© 2017 Surya
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