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Flashing Indigo Staring

green bottles of effervescence bubbling overflowing kissing the surface of tension we are cooling down hectic day of manual labour society of chained souls insecure brooding in the distant path and the future losing the moment the only truth stupid exuberance some girls dancing on the tube flashing indigo staring at me

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Daniel Turner

Date: 1/24/2016 4:59:00 AM

Been there and done that. I found better things to do. Technically a good write. Sordid subject matter but hey whatever blows your skirt up.

Daniel Turner
Date: 1/24/2016 9:45:00 AM

I agree 100%. poetry is art and open to individual interpretation. I probably shouldn't have thought out loud. I apologize if I have offended you.

Francis Osho
Date: 1/24/2016 9:18:00 AM

ty daniel. i dont see anything sordid here and that is the beauty of abstract and cryptic poetry like abstract art. gives the viewer a chance to experience what he wants to see or the way he wants to percieve