Too much
or too little…
Category Archive: Free Form
Time is not real
neither am I….
If you ever tell me
that you’re hurting…
thunder is an aircraft
passing overhead
behind the air conditioning…
I was the paper doll
you tore across
two imperfect halves,
jagged edge…
I practiced for seven years;
it follows me, a devoted dog
that asks me to play…
why do we say
we’ll be in touch…
I want him to have had made the right choice
in the worst circumstances, to have chosen
what seemed to be evil but for the greater good…
I may not know
what time
it is, or what time
you wanted to meet…
and don’t just listen,
feel it,
feel it in your feet,
let your toes tap…
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