Get Your Premium Membership

Deion

a frozen rope the metaphor inflames, excites our hope but we've had a shortage of freon ever since the days we helicoptered in Deion.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs