I am an indecisive writer, an inconsistent blogger
with freckles on the face and so many opinions.
Expect a new rant on Sunday!
5/28/2017 The American DreamA PoemThe American dream,
like a bottle of liquor seduces you to sleep. Hands blanketing your body with the heat of the years your ancestors marched. Legs intertwined with yours it's breath all over your face and its lullabies massaging your aching back to fantasies. It is the kind of dream with a monster, at the end of your door... Holding your gains and breath for your lifeless body to slobber from a distance. So close to taste but too far to swallow. Comments are closed.
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