Elsewhere doing
My ambivalence that can't get shook.
My shadow thought
My misanthropic tea
steeped strong.
Who is that ancestor telling me
to keep looking for greener greener pastures?
A house again,
slipped through on gliding socks.
Backsliding to that
Thing we do:
Being elsewhere -
Save a seldom flash of
here-ness
just past the horizon
My shadow thought
My misanthropic tea
steeped strong.
Who is that ancestor telling me
to keep looking for greener greener pastures?
A house again,
slipped through on gliding socks.
Backsliding to that
Thing we do:
Being elsewhere -
Save a seldom flash of
here-ness
just past the horizon
it makes me want to write... loved reading it out loud
ReplyDeleteI relate to sliding on socks.
ReplyDeleteglad u relate - i wrote it in response to your poem from 2015!
DeleteI relate to sliding on socks.
ReplyDeletei love this! keep rereading it out loud
ReplyDeletesorrow pronounced sore-oh! <3
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Delete! ! ! Yes to tea yes to ancestors
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