Rain Angels of Sunset Bikes

poem, poetry, writing 1 Minute

He says all the wrong words

Rain angels of sunset bikes

He says all the wrong songs

The popsicle moon was no bird

Terrific wind knuckles i brave upon my head

The feet of dusk are a fever and forever

A guillotine of wildflowers

Published by Bob

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