who we are

who we are

A Poem by anothermaleid

Apprehensions creeping,

Tube train’s in the head

Polka dotted vision,

The loony’s tuned in.

 

There’s music when there’s none,

Fresh air in the hot and humid surrounds.

The garbage smells of flowers so sweet,

The warm cola cools the insides.

 

Its forty three degrees outside,

The air conditioning’s on full blast.

The thirty degrees in Seychelles last summer,

The hottest I’ve experienced.

 

Who are we?

Who we are?

 

© 2011 anothermaleid


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TLK
Why is there an apostrophe in "train's"?

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

anothermaleid

3 Years Ago

it's a tube train that is in my head. tube train is in the head. a singular tube train. ya?

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