Tuesday, December 06, 2016

Seventy-Six (Trombones)

Here in this small house
far away from any thing I've ever owned
there is a community of phantasms.
I have an
animal, human to me
who loves me.
There are images of
hips. Why are they
living hips with faces so
distant, who never speak?
Far away, lonely games,
negotiating for every smile.
You have to be
to keep your mind.


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