Poetry · Writing

Dry Ice

Bet on me

largest possible

I’ll come through

carry the pony with straps

be red black green at once

hit that fade away.

Chin high

put the night away

swimming away

drowning in honey

flashing two mind,

mind if I walk the light on dry ice?

Told to go home

sliding through

hold the phone

Frozone

be back asap

don’t light the match

surrendered to the blurry facts.

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