Today is a sandwich
in a sack
leftover from
the time I lack
I wake on the edge
of broken bread
shared with the people
in my head
Pass the pepper
but no salt in sight
We talk and toss
all through the night
Until the day dream
is a word unseen
and nervous nellies
all scorn me
Tomorrow is
crackers and soup
and liquid breakfast
until I recoup
I walk on the streets
in tepid rain
looking for any
lost, spare change
So many judges
and so few friends
to share my soul food
here again
The sky is clouds
and wind is cold
My eyes are timid
and heart not bold
Yesterday was pasta
and merlot
in a place
I no longer know
My world was a journey
without fear
But I never knew
it would just lead here
(November 8th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
