I'm on time.
The road moves
under the car
against the grain
or all the same
still at war
and going back
for more
no time to
wave. Continuous
disruption
thoughts that lapse
into the lack
of continuity
dark morning brings.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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2 comments:
I do my best thinking in the dark morning, actually. Or perhaps I should say my most creative thinking.
This is neat poem.
Hi Matt, Thanks.
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