Eight Windows

While the crackers are waking up

And the psycho's are renting mills

And the dreamers are not in sights

Of the Genie's who gunned the pills

Bottled up from the wi-fi's flame

Fumigating on luncheon's streaks

Bloody sunrise of greener stills

Careful hearts cutting books with breaks.

Reviews

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guu d work !

I am impressed how deep your observations go, on such (it seems a morning)... you see more than a regular. And you write it down, as if it's a breathe to live by... wonderful piece.

- Elisa

[Sorry Infamous]

Very interesting. I really like the rhythm on this. I read this over and over and every time I come out with something new. I like the imagery "Bloody Sunrise" invokes. Thanks for sharing!