Glorified serpent

Don't you want to be,
Like them
Running barefoot,
towards the light in
White bathrobes
And flip-flops? 
A plastic surgery resurrection 
Blistering in the sun
Like a glorified serpent 
Shedding under the blind
Eyes of heaven,
Glorified singing to the angels 
Remember me?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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