Ill: kkc


ANGELS ON A COTTON BALL

My motherghost and I
walking trough the summers night
we left the famous singing Jew
been there done that
out of blue
sick of handsome poets
Nothing there for me and you
miss the dancing queen

Thought I saw her yesterday
on a stage
she turned away
looked so hostile down at me
I left her without looking back
not once, but when I hear that track
I close my eyes and think of her
I hope she will be fine

Hallelujahs to the Lord
angels on a cotton ball
I rather be with Janis
her garden of delight
apple bloom and clear blue sky
waiting for the Brewer
poeting his brew




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Written on 2010-05-06 at 19:07

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jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
the concept of the motherghost intrigues me.
your words always delight.
2010-05-08