Monday, April 17, 2017

Rob Schackne #303 - "Sense waits"


Sense waits
doesn't take long
I lost my head
do they get it

truth and spirit
a lawless heart
nearer to life
than to death
she moves closer

sweet sweet Jane
lights a smoke
and we talk
dimensionality
tomorrow's given

write it on napkins
give you my body
wipe our mouths
with poems

4 comments:

  1. That's great Rob! Thanks for sharing

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  2. Fantastic Rob - sweet sweet Jane, hope she lingers a while :) Love the ending too - with thep oems on napkins, and the wiping of the mouths with poems.

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    1. Thank you. Me too, dear Kristen. And like we all do, I wait. :)

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