mcdonalds coke.

By anaksunamun

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and chainsaws are not for massacres.

first cry of summer priests' return from interior travels ,Â sustained by no image of itself reflected in avenues of crinkled cloth on the other sun.
O my celestial hobo torn by thorns, a witchwreck with california wings who is lost but still knows exactly where he is going.
he has seen the wind, and would you wear his eyes well on a madison black morning? I turn him off slowly. his astral voice drifting to other planet rooms and I dance with myself so good, then run far away when he isn't looking .

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Published on Wednesday, July 16, 2014. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "mcdonalds coke."

On Wednesday, January 3, 2018, carlosjackal (2788) wrote:

I really like how the poem seems to bear no relation to the title yet there feels like a connection somewhere. The details giving just enough glimpses of a story but leaving enough gaps for intrigue and mystery. Very nicely done.
A former member wrote: What the hell ...micky d's coke and chainsaws are not for massacres? I just don't get the subject here at all smh
On Friday, August 8, 2014, Star (879) wrote:

That's because you don't know how to read poetry. And ana, this was beautiful. I loved the visual you put into place with this. I always love reading your works. It's magical sort of here. Thank you for sharing. â˜…
A former member wrote: Lol shouldn't there be ?
On Wednesday, July 16, 2014, haunted (837) wrote:

just fascinating ana, I love it when you post. your words for me would be very difficult to write and that's why im in awe and that's why I admire you so much. your so unique and a breath of fresh air that I inhale deeply. awesome!
On Wednesday, July 16, 2014, TropicalSnowstorm (1580) wrote:

"I dance with myself so good, then run far away when he isn't looking ." - I love picking through your pieces...very interesting and surreal. : ) Ciao, T/S