Doppelgangster Poem by Jeffrey Cyphers Wright
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Doppelgangster
Rating: ★5.0
Wolf behind the wheel.
What dudes we be,
skimming masks of glass
across a bourbon sea.
The mirror smoking
all my weed.
Terminal desire
in the oracle flare.
Selling fiddles to infidels
under withering fire.
Silent heat
wrings jade from me:
these lines, raked
like coals from the sun.
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: desire,dude,weed
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3/14/2026 11:03:01 PM # 1.0.0
A very good poem (sonnet) : The mirror smoking all my weed- very interesting to read the poem