Poetry

Alive and Real, I Swear

A dead pop star on a doubledecker bus His  ghostly image promises a real experience Circus performers moon dance through Pepsi fire So real you can touch his face Like Madame Tussauds’ doll of wax. Other Writings You May Like March 31, 2017 Scribble Twilight Settled Around the Texas Spoon Close Enough to Touch Postmeridian Cynosure Reflected in Morning Light

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