Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Fully loaded

I sparkle my words
Into my mundane 
By curb and gutter 
By dump and sewer 
I gather the far away, 
Dream the distant,
 For not to be here 
But there among the hills 
In sun, at the garden gate Of paradise 
Far far away from Men 
with their gun metal minds 
Testosterone fuelled bullets 
an irrelevance of ego 
American Big Mac murder burger.
Fully loaded.

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