Apocalypse Poem
APOCALYPSE POEM Don’t ask about The Martians. I don’t Know, just stories About Ocba, A man in space Alive and inert Drifting like a seed Waiting to land In...
Read MoreAPOCALYPSE POEM Don’t ask about The Martians. I don’t Know, just stories About Ocba, A man in space Alive and inert Drifting like a seed Waiting to land In...
Read MoreIt’s my turn to spin, My turn to begin. Sometimes it’s the end Then I bend and bend, The guts and the brain, To wind and wind again. But it won’t still the drum...
Read MoreEvery Day Someone flies And someone crawls Through the parking lot Of a shopping mall Or over that spot And no one dies Of this though everyone Writes on the wall and...
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