THE SUN IS THE ONE

I cannot pretend the sun      is a friend
i see my friends resting     under THE sun of a gun
i say my heart is blue and my skin so hangover
wherever my lover wishes to skin me
so slow streets –and i’m not like them
who can pretend their sun is gone and all
of my head is happy it’s just happy
i think i’m just happy i think
the sun i think the heat
i think the One is   meeting me in the SUN
and my heart is a dollar
wishing change — hangover:   just a few cents of living
false life –>listen to me within another poem

:: 09202015 ::

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