Lesson 1
Turning and turning in the widening gyreMy heart escapes my hand and lands across
The bannister to where your idle feet
Kick it down and down. But why does it smile?
My heart.
You’ve made me a mockery
Like American tourists pissing at the side
Of the Louvre, yet like a star struck native,
Making excuses, I let you do it because I’m naive.
To love is to put a tin foil hat
On your head and point to the still clouds
And claim that aliens put it there.
They did not but no wearer cares.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-21 at 17:35
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