When I Am Here
When I am here,
I am not there.
What I say here,
is not what I mean there.
Undress my heart and see
take out the line and reel,
so you make too feel
what I say, and mean, and do
over here,
and not over there.
January brings light snow.
The clouds hang low,
and I sit so still, like a marble block
waiting to the morning pill of Reality.
My hair is messy,
and my attitude is sometimes fussy,
I cannot hold a note to save my dying life,
and I cannot even gloat,
those girls go on and quote
after quote, after quote,
they live over there,
when I am over here.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2016
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