Aftertaste Poem by Summer Breeze


after taste
cold coffee in nicotine stomach
tasting like an overdose
smelling like dirty ashtrays
nasty thoughts spoken into bubbles
electronic drawing to their source
truth in lending spending polluting now
holy cow disease
golden calf
white elephant
white buffalo
tom tom tom
heart chakra open
truth burns
truth heals
truth plus justice equals peace
– Summer Breeze

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