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
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4 comments:

  1. AnonymousApril 17, 2017 at 1:56 PM

    That's great Rob! Thanks for sharing

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  2. Kristen de KlineApril 20, 2017 at 9:55 PM

    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. Rob SchackneApril 23, 2017 at 5:03 AM

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

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