For Sale
AIR FOR SALE=+=THINK.
Vomit into rusty sink.
Sick all day long.
Fading into the haze.
Black-red-green cloud maze.
10,000 chems and more.
Mix in the air - SHUT DOOR !
Tape the windows good.
Clean air machine - VoooooM !
Inside I'm alive today.
Unborn child - whats to say.
On the couch - T.V. on.
Food tube in my arm.
Just hiding thinking of the sky.
Those multi-colored clouds pass by.
from my poem book - DREAMS 2
Copyright © Joseph Bejcek Poewhit | Year Posted 2017
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