Mark Gannon

Rookie (December 11,1988 - present / Weirghton, WV)

Poppies - Poem by Mark Gannon

pink is the color of my hand
purple is the color of my land
poppies in my head
when the devil calls my name
being surreal has never been the same

these flowers
beautiful flowers
how you make me blend
into the sky

green is the color that stands out the most
when starring out into the dark coast
flames in my lungs
when the devil calls my name
being surreal has never been the same

these flowers
beautiful flowers
how you make me blend
into the sky

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 27, 2011


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