Imagine

Imagine

A Poem by drea

In the bathrooms sterility 
I believe I am anything,
which I am not...
But I have a great appreciation for made up things.  

For a second there,
i also thought I would beat against the silence with those pop-knuckled daddy's down the street.
But I didn't.
And I wouldn't.
My personified self 
is a poorly defined deity 
something that holds very little reality 
But i do have an appreciation for made up things.

© 2011 drea


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drea
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