Teflon
Walking surely through the chaos of every dayMy heart lifted above the carnage spread before me
Guided through by the light of a singular ray
Nothing sticks inured I am free
Teflon
Walking surely through the chaos of every daychrisls3113 commented on Teflon
07-14-2009
WordSlinger commented on Teflon
07-11-2009
cowboyup1824 commented on Teflon
07-06-2009
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
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