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flying high.
snapping jaws bitterly demanding
a better version of the sun.
sticking tongue out at shameless
adventures glued like
paving stones in their
concrete definitions.
still flying.
cellophane lungs exploding
with impatient vibrancy.
wonders of the world spread
like cardboard empires
turned into ashes with
the striking of a match.
not flying, but
sputtering like an old man
in a senior centre life.
smog. modern structure
of productive society.
blue sticks thrust into
the parched earth.
more drops of passion.
more signs of venom.
turn up the electric blanket.

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mlevesque's picture

 Good poem, Chris.

 Good poem, Chris.

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