the funeral procession

it was like a strange,
deranged
funeral procession

marching
to the beat
of the drum
of the death
of the day

the cars
were not really
going anywhere,
just to here and there
and everywhere

no where is illusion
found to be stronger
than in the mind
(the illusion is that there
is different from here)

12/21/12




Poetry by Thomas Perdue The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-12-27 at 21:47

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2013-01-01



Hey Thomas! Good one. Hadn't heard from you in a while. Inbox me, k :-)
2012-12-28