Its all over #Poetry

Heaven fell from the tired sky

Angels found bars and delighted in warm whiskey dreams… 

Dancing sugarcane symphony 

I crossed the street and met myself in yesterday’s clothes…

Empty box of cigarettes 

looking so lonely on summer hot cement.

A dirty page can tell a clean story 

A clean page can say nothing at you…

I’ve seen your preach pigeon feed

how they dance blindly at your feet

Soon this will be my street…

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