Thursday, August 08, 2002

More Poetry Outtakes

Dream 27

Crazy ladies
Whirl overhead in the form of seagulls.
They want you, want you, want you,
But drift away on the wind.

The scent of money here is overpowering,
And there's no real chance of escape.
Wake me when it’s over.

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