liquified eye
liquified eye -bugs go swimming
in my eye
in the middle of summer days,
decked out in sunscreen,
i'm a magnet for insects.
i travel by bike
and arrive at my destination
covered in dead bugs
the air
seems to be made of bugs,
i cut through the air,
holding my mouth shut the whole way
as bugs stick to my skin
under the hot sun -
summer days!
8/19/12
Poetry by Thomas Perdue
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Written on 2012-11-09 at 16:36
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