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. Thanks for reading. Leave me a comment? 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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