Supercoma Poem by Dylan KD.

Supercoma



Sad among entries
in space flight mahogany trails
the syndicate
Even up forward the bend
lies the heavy sound maker
with a ceiling of spirits
and wandering swarms
Collide into immensity while the
biting frost kills the queen and them.

Monday, January 5, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: sad
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