Teen Poetry #7 |
Parliament |
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Yellow paper, jagged edges Hold the words that I confess Thoughts parachute down Creating such as mess Scattered visions, they don’t know how To land smoothly on the ground I lie awake, every night While they all take flight Not knowing where they’ll come down It could be veins or arteries Or simply me at my home. Cellos playing Wheel of Fortune, Or me inside a biodome I could take this as a sign Or just dance in big black boots And watch Parliament parachute Through my mind, through my mind -Stinky Twinkie likes parachutes.- |
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