hart island

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a poem about a man who has been plagued with bad luck in the past resulting in him clossing him self up, which eventually sends him inane man

Submitted: January 26, 2007

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With sun come sand

And man be tanned

Skin as red as thrush

 

He thought a lot

And love forgot

He smoked to much hush hush

 

His thoughts became voices

Then turned into choices

This is his island and don’t you dare forget it

 

His thoughts became louder

As if packed with gunpowder

Along time coming his thoughts still running

T

he powder was loaded

his brain exploded

Parrots flew from the palms and silence conducted by floppy arms

 

Gun in hand

And blood in sand

This is his island and don’t you dare forget it


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