Monday, October 05, 2015

Poem - but you never forget how it feels

while waiting
on hold

a song says
we get
run down
by dreams

other music
suggests
maybe
some day
you'll know
where
you are
supposed
to be

and to be
ready to
move on

all like
fragments zen
koans
speckled with
hypnosis

filled
with such
longing

malleable
as a play-dough
of desire

or mind
making shadows
light and wall
and silhouettes
simultaneously

but you
never
forget how
it feels






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