Angels I’m laying in bed When suddenly My body convulses And as I’m recovering I’m hit by another jilt. Just as a government drone Buzzes over my head, Over roofs and out beyond. Your share will make me dance!Click to share on Mastodon (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Published by Franklyn Monk Poet. Geek. Science fiction aficionado. General freak. Get social with me: Facebook| Twitter | Other View all posts by Franklyn Monk
I Think Not, that’s the last poem for now. http://t.co/1kCuvzbHPn