Visions And Time

Seen through the
delapidated
whore houses
out from a bolt
of angst. It came
to be one of
thirty
losers landing
on a lost
planet
Not carried through
the grocery store
on the
lips of housewives
in every planetary
population
for the next
million years of
light travel.

poem by Malcolm McGill
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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