Ships, Futuristic, Claim The Coasts.
Ghosts, All Over The 'Hood, Frolicking.
Kicking A Lil' Bitty Ol' Brick.
Thick Belles Dance N The Street.
Heat Is Hot.
Shot N The Gut, Just Another Ol' Mut.
Cut 2 The Chase After Downing A Chaser.
Razor Throw N2 Blue Fire.
Rewire All The Equipment That Still Works.
Smurfs See A Starfish.
Wish 4 The Best, All The Rest Is Just Gibberish.
Fresh Angles Of Focal Matters.
Rats Scatter As A Heart Hits The Concrete 2 Shatter.
Center My Saved Soul 2 The Night Skies Ruled By The Faeries Of Good Ol' Aries.
- Authors: Broken Ankh (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: April 19th, 2023 11:00
- Limit: 15 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Express Yourselvez, My Friendz.
- Category: Surrealist
- Views: 2
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