The angels fly
like they've always done
like bats
over the parking lot.
The lights flicker on
and mommy says
"Don't pinch your blackheads."
And the angels fly
and the desert lies still
and tomorrow there's school
of course
and little Sonja's so lonely
she doesn't know
where to turn to.
Daddy works in Seattle.
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Author:
Norman Flagtea (
Offline) - Published: March 13th, 2023 04:57
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Comments2
really well written, thanks for sharing
Enigmatic to say the least, but fun in a perverse kind of way....🙂
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