We Will Be Airborne Soon
serpentine eyes blue shadows
bony cheeks painted lips
thick coat of cream
they are squeezing in the aisle
flashing artificial tooth
empty minds of the generation
my back hurts from the extended
un accustomed activities from the
blue night husky voice in the
noisy vessel language of love
we will be airborne soon
Copyright © Francis Osho | Year Posted 2016
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