forestA Poem by Joe Kwakwe
burned the old barn down with
our lighters, that
we stole from the gas station.
the
ashes danced wildly, under
a half moon excited
by flames.
reckless
and filled with youth this
world couldn’t contain our
crazed spirits.
absorbed
into the moment we
lost sight of
responsible thinking.
festive
night fell into festive morning, and
we walked into town © 2012 Joe Kwak |
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Added on July 29, 2012 Last Updated on July 29, 2012 AuthorJoe KwakWest Chester, PAAboutI write poetry. It deals mostly with drugs, sex, women, and booze. Some other vices may be themed. more..Writing
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