where all the cars
are anted by this take off,
and memories

are numbed by the sea

as a slipstream
or driftwood
but not so lonely

let me be;
let us be.

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barefooted said...

It's amazing that you find lyrics to put across your thoughts. I used to be able to do that, not anymore. Very lucid and very real. If a litle bewildered and red!

Anonymous said...

I agree with the barefoot.

In general I like your poetry much more than the prose - youre a natural poet, I think.

However, could you please explain how on earth the 'us' in this poem isn't as lonely as driftwood?

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