We build towers
out of bits and debris of hopes and dreams
until they surpass us
and collapse beneath our feet.
I said before
but I am Rapunzel.
-clw
C. Ward
Outlaw Poets is an inclusive electronic publication produced by Studio Appalachia and features poetry and art by the Outlaw Poets Group. Contact studioappal@gmail.com for more information.
Awake, I shake! Enslaved by a parade of bad-day dreamscapes: Where ebony elephants hang on tiny tightropes by twisted trunks, And wailing w...
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