An Eye
There's a billboard in the clouds
A drunken crowd forms downtown
Celebrity ghosts haunt dead sidewalks
Storefront windows read like mirrors
In the dark secret blind alleys
Personal gods turn into paper dolls and smoke
Someone's car breaks down next door
A cat slinks by the rosebushes in the blink of an eye.
Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2018-05-20 at 01:31
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