Friday, August 05, 2011

Poem

When I think of what people do
in the summer they get away from me.
If you can sleep in a chair then
you are ready to drive across America.
Look at all the delightful things
that have silver in them. I would like
the sun to cast some light on me
that perfectly conforms to my body.
Just cascading beams of light all
over me. And then I would bump
into something real and know
I'm here. Everybody leaves.
I get the picture and the picture
is solid, will break in two.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Trevor said...

I've been reading your poetry for a year now. The depths of your mind never cease to amaze. Your a true inspiration. Thought you should know.

12:15 AM  

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