if you need me
there is a gap
not mending time
even though
I search beneath covers
birds moving south
telling me of winter
a man talks of disaster
in a program
sent over and over again
squares never turning round
smiles causing sorrow
let the scientist do the test
running I chase
chained and made undone
this love I am in
intimate days
tolls to pay
you intoxicating
- what a surprise
we twitch
you'r right I'm wrong
so I put my life
in a bag I found
cleaning my attic in spring
writing lies as I go
inside the void
visiting the free
and if you need me
please send a message
with the song of summer
Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-03-03 at 07:30
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