i bumped into "francisco" today


Grains

Talking to you makes my diamonds
Become dull and as they are


Moving...

We can claim equilibraty.
But you must move
Far away from me
For my sanity
To have this repetative agenda.

At night when all are sleeping
My seas my oceans my fluidness
Opens with a fog...
With things not close
And yet hovering with no insistance.
Between the sand and the sea
On the shore...it
Is an interesting distance.




Interested by grains
As you are
To do small things
I talk to you.
Go home.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-13 at 05:03

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NicholasG
Do you 'pan francisco?' God god! Such a horrid pun...I'm nearly ashamed!
This one came on the tail of a meteorite.
x0x :-) Nick
2010-08-13