War

Green lamps in my eyes hide the stupid things that I’ve done

Hiding under a cloud of blue skies like a smoking gun

Needle teeth sheathed by naked lips

Atomic mushrooms sheathed in a halo of sinking ships

Waiting in gloom watching the clock sweat

A king’s ransom couldn’t break lovers’ debt

Slow to surface I can wait

Rolling cameras can’t outrun fate

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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