to cover the streets I run
with hot caramel, helping stop
the best people and he, the robot,
could look like me, but
everything about him would
be loving, gracious serenity.
I’d be fooling the best
people while I read the
best books about what it’s like
to live, too afraid to do it.
.
Depression, Fear, Isolation, Poems, Poetry, Robot, Streets
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#1 by stillight on October 18, 2013 - 6:55 am
love the word play in this.
#2 by Carl on October 26, 2013 - 8:51 am
Thank you, Jennifer. I appreciate your comment.
#3 by Shawn on October 24, 2013 - 9:29 pm
Robot solidarity.
#4 by Carl on October 26, 2013 - 8:51 am
Thank you for your comment, Shawn.