white winter tales of burden

white winter tales of burden
flee in days of bright thunder
sudden wisps of vastness
open like tuna tins in the sun

there is a certain distance
between the I and the world
there are men constantly in love
with the machine that feeds them

there are politicians claiming
more funds for the plenty
goggles for the class of more
rich beaches in the sun

there are certain tales of wonder
walking in invisible shoes
there are those that will not claim
that will not enhance any blind surface



Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2017-02-14 at 20:00

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