Phineas Poe

Journey - Poem by Phineas Poe

Dust on his blue face
Falls down the stairs
Dust on his pink shoes, dust
of this Devil's life

Wakes up carpet close
Spiders on hands, dust
on spiders and sunlight
razors across his black

And blue face
Arms singing, legs numb
tongue of dust dust dust
Friday trivia

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, October 17, 2013

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 23, 2013

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