Roger Bewman

Rookie (1976 BC / Virothiom)

Dove - Poem by Roger Bewman

Long road high floods
dislocation of the gods

Eating nuts and stones
the teeth become cones

Bleeding over exposed photos
flirting on filthy mottos

dead and zombie food
all for sale for good

It's time for peace
it's time for some hiss

let the pain dissolve
let some happiness in your earlobe

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, December 3, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, December 2, 2010

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