Top DownA Poem by ZackOfBridgeA poemLucy, her top down wind pushed right through her. Following fifteen going eighty Lucy took me in hand revv me out, honey, Saying it over and again Jellyfish, jellyfish clouds. I’d never tell her. Aren’t any Jellyfish, love, only a wailing sphinx with her top down
The city belches Constant White noise Colored like Bob Marley’s toenails
You ever hold words in your hands? Most can say they haven’t. Put out your palms. There you have it. Slimy little things aren’t they? But Careful there Malice makes them play. © 2014 ZackOfBridge |
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